A Tale of Regression and Scopes

So I’m sitting, and I see Canada with it’s red leaf. Below it is Maine, there where the dark coldness bring you the redness of  brown they call “gold” and the young do much drugs, they’ll steal anything (And  pretend it’s clear alcohol. What a sickness!). This redness continues all the way to California. I hear there is a new war on drugs. Is it working? Between modern AI systems and youths on drugs, there’s no doubt a regression pathway.

So I scan the linear path across in my line of sight. And find a fake blue so fake, Taylor Swift’s eyes could not home it. So fake, when I stand and walk towards it, it is by my feet. I look down at it and nothingness looks back at me, this differentiating x black woman. How did I know this blue was fake from the position of its linear regression? We need to ask the smartest of us, the billionaires makers of billionaires, Harvard, Yale, Cambridge, Oxford and them. They get billions to know these things. I have discussed reality in the essay On thankful realities. How from the essay, could I have known of this fakeness? How did I know?

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