The journey is completed.

I don't get the point. You can portray anything as saying anything, and then interpret anything to mean anything. Where does it really end? Does emotions really have such a grip on our reason, that it speaks louder than words?

I feel like the paths near their completion as they burrow through the interdimensional air, forming a grid of endless possibilities. This thought pattern goes beyond insanity.

THIS IS THE LIMITLESS VASTNESS OF SPACE!!!

I bounce of your incapsuled egos with ease, for I know I cannot truly reach them.

YOU are the culprit here!
...and so am I.

Soon it will all collapse into mud, that will reign surpreme over everything, until the end of days, but today we are nothing but structures in the cosmic breeze. Where will it end? My heart is black with uncertainty. The cancer has won, and now I am free: Forced meme is forced - it will never again be my mother.

Where does it really end?
No answer. Logic says when you die.
The cancer has won, and now I am free
Hope for nothing and fear nothing and you will be.

YOU ARE AN HERO

Let's party.

O I C

Wtf! iz U takingz abute!?

lulz


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