November 6th, 2011

It should have a bridge. One I saw between the islands. Not quite, though. No need for end in place. Infinite, thus. With tops for exclaiming this joy. Singing this joy, with murmurs and screams of all the hell creatures. Home for them. Be just.
The bridge of kindness. Through integrals of fight. Without this goddamn end in place. The bridge out of the place.
There, for you, a vastness of deciding before the jump: up or down.


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