[two hundred, five]
I like it when everyone gets on the same plain, whenever everyone starts talking the same language, when diversity becomes a faded backdrop, and the world becomes clearer to those who know the code, the anagrammed few that understand the world the way they should take it into their hands to continue on the language. Promote the distinction between the integration of mask wearers and those that are true, honest, beings that continue on the trend. Promote the segregation of failure with learning. If we wanted a hardship, we would've built the next Titanic.
And it sinks a lot, I felt it, because when things sink they slump to the bottom and the world swirls around the towering waters, and the glass eyes rolls upwards towards heaven, and the grass disappears and the worms sing, the worms sing, the worm sings.
If the lit world laughed like a little life free-loader, the lit life would linger on. The dim lighted Lordhsip of long ago, the remembered, the loved and damned, everything spread on a plain for the people to see, and the people shook in their shoes as they realised, as the recognised the reality.
The end.
focus: the end.
Jess :]
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