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Vacuum a.

Like tube makes small space unnecessarily artificial appearance, flat burnt soil barely unwrapped and lazily runs.


Extremely really demolished appearance rather float so duplicate tasty fictious modus ponens.


Mass communication reporting reality and that all outcome our daily odd interest and curiosity are at strangely matching chemistry.


Words dragging notional grasp and really conformable concrete detailed parts are making paradoxical assimilation.

 

Our brain containing enigmatic maze could be like these all ruined plain junk paved space.

  

Space, you are always waiting for something so unidentified to anybody. 

Nevertheless, you won't help us any really changing power to anything. 


You just anytime offer only empty extent. To it, just we arrange each location.


You just provide no signified extent, though we anytime can form it.


You are infinitely flat unless we intentionally set division. Once we place some mark, that around landscape must have own nature.

(to be continued)



Apr.  9th.   2022