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> how pretentious

There are more steps that I could include, but 16 is a goofballs favorite number. Most people aren’t easy going enough to just change their personality over night. It’s going to be a problem, especially if you live a routined life. Who knows this book may end up in the hands of a 10 year old. What’s cool about my life is that everything I think is either humorous to me or thought provoking. I decided that it was best for me to stay to myself, because humans are too critical for my imagination. Once I got out of College people just changed. I realized that over 6 Billion people hate African-Americans and over 2 Billion People hate America. Thank goodness it’s modern hate and not that irrational hate from the 1600’s. I’m kind of happy to be African American. The more people that hate my culture, the better it is for me. I truly don’t think people need me, so I just study all day waiting for a way to cure cancer in its worst form. This level of hate allows me to focus on what matters most, rather than what matters least. I could be greedy and think about what matter most and what matters least, but I’m not that interested in flying from city to city and country to country talking to people that can’t stand my guts because I’m black. It’s just not that important to me. At 25, already know that by the age of 30, I’ll speak 5 Languages fluently and I’ll be able to hack into any databases on the face of this earth and delete that I even exist. If I really wanted to I could ensure that all payments made through Amazon.com be transferred to my Paypal account. That’s nothing! With the amount of money flowing through the Internet every hour I could easily make my way to Canada from my iPhone. I don’t have many options when it comes to being Black. I could continue penny stocking, but eventually I’m supposed to want $100 Million dollars. That is the American Dream. I’ll continue donating my blood to the American Red Cross and I’ll continue allowing people to step on my shoes and spread ridiculous rumors and judgment about me in my face, but I do know that one day I won’t exist.
The Mr. Talented Bow-tie was conceived on February 19th 2010 at approximately 7:15pm I was on my first date with a Girl I had this huge attraction for. I wasn’t thinking about ideas, nor school. I was just happy to be there with her. After waiting for a few minutes a waiter walks up to the table and asked if we were ready to order. I looked up from the menu and noticed his black satin bow-tie. It was 2010, I’ve never seen anyone wear a bow-tie at 7pm. For some strange reason when she placed her order I quickly pulled out my Molskine Notepad and started drawing a pixelated bow-tie. The structure started with one square in the middle, two squares stacked on each side leaving that one square in between and three squares stacked on each side leaving what was left in between that. In a sense, it resembles a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream or a box inside of a box inside of a bigger box. Which explains my date overall. Completely complicated. I just invented something that later on became a brilliant small design. I didn’t intend on selling thousands. I was just fascinated by the idea of using dice to create a bow-tie. It made me feel bigger than the Sun. A few weeks later the best hobby of my life happened. I launched my WordPress blog which started as simple posts of things I liked. I purchased a domain name and opened an E-Store to sell my new invention. Believe it or not my first customer was a Kappa from North Carolina. I was amazed. I couldn’t believe that someone that never met me just bought a Dice Bow-tie from me over the Internet. It shocked the heck out of me. Then came the United Kingdom and China even Ireland. I’ve never been to any of these places. The Internet now became the World’s most powerful tool in my mind. Suddenly, I received an email from my College advisor stating that I’ve been nominated for a entrepreneur of the year award. Things just got better and better. Until my idea started being used by someone else. That disappointed me. I went back to coming up with newer ideas at a faster pace. Then my idea was stolen again and again and again and again. I knew it was officially time to protect my intellectual property and rethink how this act of infringement could benefit me. When I was a Kid everybody I knew was selling Avon products for extra income. I simply resulted to thinking that these people worked for me and the publicity of my design. To my surprise it worked. It was featured on websites like Fancy.com and Humans of New York which all went into my portfolio. When people infringe it saves me time and money. It’s still happening today, but I’m constantly searching the internet to ensure that no employee of my idea goes unnoticed. I received free press from these people, free product shots and most importantly the people that know it’s my idea like me even more than before. It goes to show you that too much of a bad thing can be good. For instance, Racism. Wink-wink. Let’s be honest, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Wouldn’t be the Man he is today if it wasn’t for the ignorance of whites in the 50’s and 60’s. Barack Obama wouldn’t be President if it wasn’t for the choices of George Bush. Tiger Woods wouldn’t be playing golf if his father was Asian. Racism has evolved into an understanding that black people posses some sort of self knowledge that comes from a different experience. I’ve met a wealthy black people, middle class black people and low class black people. It’s safe to say there is a difference, but most people aren’t interested in taking time out to discover the differentiation between Black social classes. That’s why I stay to myself. If Barack Obama has to deal with Racism then there’s no use in losing focus on what matter most. We need a cure immediately. We need energy. We need too much. I managed to get over that seductive sense of retaliation and decided to take on bigger issues like curing breast cancer at its worst form and creating a tool for detecting sexually transmitted infections within seconds. The average human being won’t commit to this responsibility. This is where I want to be. On a road less traveled I’ll find what is it that makes happy again.
What if all my ideas are just a waste of time? What if Teresa’s Goofball comment was true? What if that waiter was wearing a T-Shirt? What if Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was murdered as a Child? What? If? How many question could I possibly ask myself in a lifetime? What if God is Real? Is there a artifact of Roman Gods using Dice? Is there another element in our universe? Could Schizophrenia be cured in a couple of words? What if my book makes it to the year 6000? I noticed that questions could lead ones mind to understanding. A question may be equally as powerful as a cure. When you think BIG does mean in size and dimensions? When you think small does that mean unleashing your inner child? HOW To Think is also another book I’m writing. It breaks down how one should think before moving on to a different way of thinking. Think BIG to me means sending air to space by connecting a tubular valve that stretches from Planet Earth to The Moon allowing Humans to live in space. Think small means minimizing the spread of germs by creating a hand sanitizer that lasts up to 24 hours with one single use. Think smaller than small means writing a book titled Goofball Ideas and think bigger than BIG means figuring out a way to augment someones height. A Goofball Idea would be to start a credit card company that allows consumers to purchase whatever they need with no limitations. If my customer manages to miss a payment no problem, I’ll just put a hold on that card until they’re ready and if they manage to disappear without paying me back, then I’ll just open an account under their name and use it to start a foreign line of credit. Chances are that person won’t come looking for me. What this person didn’t know is that they just signed over their life to me for a measly $60,000. By operating a credit company I could make $60 million dollars with someone’s social security number, by simply approving them for more than one line of credit, transferring funds on their behalf into private accounts that make me richer and close their accounts once I’m finished abusing their credit score. There is no way to calculate how much digital money there is. Cash on the other hand is calculated before and after. I’m not interested in cash nor wealth. I’m a little more interested in creating a cure.
I’m thinking $100 Million Dollars over night. I get tired of living by the rules manufactured by humans. The United States to me is total set up that makes you believe you’ll never have to work again. That complete success is attainable if you work hard enough for it. Forget that, society is moving way too fast technology creating hundreds of loopholes for people like me to take advantage of. If I ever managed to breach a domains system and make off with 100 Million Dollars I’m gone. Tell my family and friends that I died. The last person who will ever see me in America will be voices that constantly tell me what to do with my life. I’m never coming outside, I’m never ever under any circumstances having sex and most importantly I’m keeping who I do business with very limited. I hate people. This will overall be the meanest act of my life. In fact I’m going to create another goofball idea which adds

What is the reason for #16?

@previous (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
Whoa! I’m surprised to see you reading my first self published book. Thank you. Now before someone or something steals your focus away from my book allow me to introduce myself- My name is T. D. Shaw. No, I’m not related to George Bernard Shaw, but my Grandfathers name was Bernard. Throughout my life I went by many different names, not to hide my personal information, but to know exactly how someone knew me. When I was in Art School all of my Colleagues and even my Professors called me Ty. During my first big break as a painter I introduced myself as Augustus. Which later on turned into August and to my Japanese Friends I introduced myself as Tyson, because it just made sense to me. Today, I go by T. D. Shaw and this is my actual name. Everyone that calls me TD is obviously going to be someone I met after 2014. Your name is important like your phone charger, without it you’re dead. In 2010, I realized that I had way to many small ideas floating around inside of my head. I had no choice, but to make a conscious decision in exploring my creative talents while studying for midterms, joining a Fraternity, breaking up with my Girlfriend and most importantly operating my new blog and brand Mr Talented. Surprisingly, it wasn’t an overwhelming experience; I felt determined and optimistic about it all, except for Me and Lauren breaking up. I can’t remember why, but if your reading this I want you to know that I miss your face. I’ve always been gifted. For example, when I was in 4th grade, I created a life size Car using cardboard, tape and paint. I’ve always been considered the weirdest person ever, I still can’t understand why someone feels this way about me; Honestly- I feel super normal to myself. When I was a Freshman in College I worked for a Japanese Company named A Bathing Ape in New York. It was there that I learned the value of being exclusive and transformed myself into this Super Human with a busy lifestyle that everyone loved. I felt like Nick Cannon in “Love Don’t Cost a Thing” a film about a High school nerd that started dating the most popular Girl in School in order to be considered cool by the cool kids. I knew if I continued to think up small ideas eventually I’d have enough customers to support my never ending journey toward the American Dream. I’ve always had this understanding about not working too hard in the beginning stages of entrepreneurialism. In fact I don’t think I have to work hard at all. I’d simply go to a local coffee shop name The Bean on 12th Street and Broadway in New York City purchase a small coffee and a pistachio muffin and sit there putting together Mr. Talented Bow-ties. It was and still is a lucrative idea for me. Who knew 11 Dice in the structure of a Pixelated bow-tie would make People stop and say… “Wow, I love your bow-tie.” That was my way into a strangers life. I’d say thank you and ask if they would like one. It was as simple as that. Over and over and over again. That alone accumulated hundreds a week; Which turned into thousands. My product became so popular that I took a trip to my Aunt and Uncles House on Long Island and my younger Cousin’s told me that their Teacher was telling them about my products from the Internet. I felt so good. I never even met their Teacher. I created a road for myself which lead to the lives of many.

@570,553 (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
It sounds like the to do list of a radical Muslim.

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I want a similar list from Syntax

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> 16. Remove the word WHY from your vocabulary.
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