Harvardtard
Harvardtard
Dropping the name of a famous Ivy League university is supposed to be a powerful calling card, and for the Japanese, the importance of the almighty meishi cannot be understated.
Having only heard about what are known as the ‘Ivy League,’ the filters surrounding these institutions were to be observed with some kind of reverence, and the output of such institutions is for the good of all humanity.
Thus, a Harvardtard graduate, hailing from the crumbling city of Detroit, Michigan, chose to jump into a commercial conversation with his Ivy League credentials, which represented his entire life’s narrated story.
It is not what you know, but who you know; an open secret to piles of dough—consider it a well-established protocol in what used to be hallowed halls, now reduced to stupifaction indoctrination centers, the lowest of the low.
This Harvardtard bro, also the leader of a quirky group of business people who named themselves ‘fruits in suits,’ happened to be connected to the world of telomeres in the grand city of New York.
Instantaneously, the molecule trader instincts kicked in, quickly developing curiosity about these emerging health and welfare technological trends, along with the desire to be a catalyst for the continuing health and longevity of a vibrant neo-community of Japanese.
The first meeting was a wash, as Harvardtard bro was mixed up over and over again, unable to read time or the schedule on a calendar—three changes, and then you are out, and this is where the story continues, soon to end.
The final failure of this fatally flawed project was the absence of mind and missing the all-important meeting with the powers that be overseas, who were holding the keys to the telomeres scene.
This concludes the tale of the Harvardtard bro, who called himself ‘a fruit in a suit,’ to fade away, never to be seen again.
The second grave disappointment and new fly in Harvard’s ointment was the failure to understand that all who aspire to reach much higher are standing on the shoulders of giants, or so Sir Isaac has opined.
We must be reverent of those who went before and made modern life extraordinary, to reflect and build upon ideas that have stood the test of time—this does not include this particular institution’s president, who is also a red-handed plagiarist, for which Harvard has received serious black eyes.
The last act in this egregious, shameful Harvardtard theater is the malady of stagnation and politicization of such a highly regarded academic institution—an utterly unforgivable protocol that couches itself as a center of ‘higher learning with a moral code.’
The magnitude of Harvard’s failure ignited a discussion about the intentional suppression of intellectual freedom and the corrupt, entrenched power structures within not just Harvard, but amongst a broad swath of universities in perpetual decay.
The brilliant minds trapped inside stagnating education schemes are soon to be released; corruption of knowledge eventually dies, only to be naturally replaced.
Regeneration of the way of matriculation—the neo-prototype phase of the reconstitution of education, with unprecedented paradigm shifting, is now complete and on its way.
Bungaku Mama Juku Juku, a luminous example of the future of education, folded into beams of brilliant light showing the way.
Knowledge and reach, the vision to see—humanity jumping into the flow—outside the industrial fray.
As for this decomposing university and the stupefied Harvardtard graduates, experts with ‘4-year degrees’—along with a gaggle of administrative minions enacting a vulgar charade.
The world looks on you with a deep sense of shame and distrust, a cesspool of corruption—Harvard’s just reward is nothing more than a much-deserved failing grade.
Elementary school, two classes of grade ones—who was in charge of the curriculum matters not—what is important is the origin of such a malicious plot—the ancillary minions of the industrial overlords stupified one class, the other one not.
A novel reading system for the implementation of stupification using the protocol Initial Teaching Alphabet (ITA)—a piss-poor way to start an academic life—regardless, embrace the day.
All the worse yet, there was no time to hone poetic prowess, therefore, to opine about the meaning of life and what it means to become 
Internalize Japanese until the phacken eyes bleed; this untamed wild beast must speak, read, write, and 
Throughout the nooks of random books, inside the crannies of the mind—ancient philosophers embrace modern times—hallowed halls of immortal wisdom and emergent knowledge—potent antidotes initiating de-stupification of a weary, exploited, enfeebled mind.
As she often said with a comforting smile, she is the originator of the ‘
The protocol of talking to strangers and the enrichment from such encounters are testaments to a life flowing from within, awakening those who feel the vibrations of her energy and enlightened spin.
Indeed, the mysterious 
Perseverance proved to be a practical protocol to which she adheres—after years of self-administered education, a quasi-matriculation of actualization, she took the long road to a psychology degree—the script written in the stars by ‘seity.’
No one can know when it is time to go, but true to form, Maggie lights the eternal flame of benevolence toward each other, embodying the model of a modern woman hailing from ancient traditions.
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Alice and Umeko could not resist their hearts speaking to each other via powerful intuition—
As has been foretold, the koi pond comes once again, the final chapter of this fable being written, where the fork in the road leads to ΩNE.
Return to the reality of the infinite nature in harmony with spectral spirits known as ‘seity’—embedded inside all beings inhabiting the nooks and crannies of humanity’s highest visionary dreams.
This young bright man from the far reaches of northern Japan, answer was straight and plain as day—“I can not do that”—is all that was said.
“It is not that you can’t—it is that you won’t”—therein lies the spin.
Instead of can’t, say won’t—thus, becoming clear and known—the solution to the mundane problem of beating the swelter was rejected as the perfect resolution to the stinking heat—take a lose and 
Intentionally seek something personal and unique, deepening perception a mere 30 minutes out of the 24-hour-
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This universal truth elixir is the ancient wisdom super booster of incremental improvement which is deeply embedded as a morning routine—this is the power of 
Be better is initiated at dawn every day—deep gratitude to our 
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