I’ve heard that there’s an English word for what I’m doing here: smo. It means “slow.” It’s a good word for me.

We’re not done with smo, but I just wanted to say that it’s a good word for it. It means slow. It means, in essence, to wait, to be patient. Its been an entire year since I was patient when I needed to be.

Now I want to show you how I am. Since I’m a little older, I wanted to make you think like a kid, but I guess I’m just too old and too lazy. I’m still playing with my brain, but I am no longer that kid. Its only a part of me. Now I’m a good kid, but I want to do things that I never did before. Like I am here.

What I’m saying is that I don’t really believe that there’s an afterlife for all life. I believe that we would die if we were to experience it as a fully-functioning physical body. We would spend a lifetime trying to feel, like, and accept that. Or that we’d die if we were to experience any. Or that we’d die if we were to die. Or that we’d be able to feel like we’re alive.

When we die, we lose the physical body that once was. But there’s still a lot of stuff that we can feel. Even if we die, we don’t die as physical bodies. We are still living with a mind that is no longer connected to our physical bodies. That is the feeling of being alive. The feeling of being alive doesn’t have to be physical. I am sure you get the idea.

Smo is the feeling that we are alive at the same time as we are not. We are not able to feel it physically. It is a very powerful feeling, one that we can get only from our soul. Our souls are in our minds. Our souls are in our bodies.

We can feel with our soul. We can feel as if we are the bodies we are not. It is a very powerful feeling, one that we can get only from our soul. Soul is our life energy. We are the fuel, and we are the oxygen that keeps the engine working. We live, we breathe, and we are alive.

Our souls are all we have. When we’re not all alive, we are just bones. We are a cold, dead, dark body. That’s not real life. That’s just our soul. Our souls are all we have. If we let them go, we can’t feel anything. We can’t feel our souls. If we let them go, our only life is a lonely death.

Our lives are made of nothing. We are a dead body, and we do not get any energy from our bodies. We are literally dead. Our souls are all we have. They are the fuel and the oxygen, and they keep the engine running. Our lives are a lonely death.

I think many of us feel this way, as if our lives are nothing more than a lonely death. We have no energy and no desires, and the only thing that brings us joy is death.