I’ve just been reading a very interesting online article published by the BBC regarding predictions made by a US civil engineer. He made several predictions as to what would be happening around the world 100 years hence and many of them are amazingly accurate

Vast quantities of inebric compounds entered his self, like a bridge over troubled waters, and dispersed, seeking the path of least resistance, melting neurons, pie are emcee square.

A God reeled me in on a string, like a damned yoyo, and then He brushed me off like some unexpected bug crawling up His arm, and I flew (splat) against some cosmic wall, knowing that I must run for all I’m worth lest I get squashed.

I run frantically until I find a safe place, knowing that I’m a bug that has escaped God’s swat.

I am an island in an ocean full of continents.

I wait forever.

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