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Just a different world of difference... Behind the closet, chests of drawers, and mirrors. On the other side of oxygen, clouds, and curtains. Veiled in mirage, water, and skin. Locked in the mind, the frame, and the pencil. Worlds await, wherever you are, worlds are waiting to be discovered. Surely to be raped and plundered, they are there for the prying minds of the imaginators and the greedy fingers of the customer. They hold images, words, phrases, people, places, etc... Infinitly, waiting, eternally vast...

Offitsall, andalltooff. Creation'ssensationisablindman'sbluff... Numbers, words, meanings, a phrase, and a collection of points.. A conversation, an argument, with no end, needless to say, is a collection of pointlessness.. Wishes usually never come true, and if they do, they're usually tainted constantly with bad karma, due to the way you take your scent for granted when things start to go your way.. Looks are constantly deceiving, even for no reason at all.. Life is pointless, unless you have a point.. Unachieving, nonadvancing, indifferent, indecisive= Eden of watchers, whose lives are, collectively, constantly at that brink of being pointless.. Smile.