I miss that place where I spent eternity but where perhaps I’ve never truly been(?)!.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I’ve got suicidal ideology. The trick on romanticism intertwined with a fate filled ending. Yet the end being a non prosaic prose. But poetry doesn’t exist here, not on this side of things. The mushroom king lives forever and just a fold away. Somehow and someway and a long time ago reality folded and slipped into a hungry crack. Maybe there were too many pure unsuspecting creatures alive at one time in that lost place that this time forgot about nearly altogether. But we all crave it. It being so close to us at times you can feel its breath and usually, typically just an arms length away. But you can’t see it. You can’t interact with it. Animals seem to know it’s there. Some seem to forget where they are on this side all of together from time to time and simply lying slip away. Soon by nothing of their choosing they may reappear from out of a dark green forest or seem to slide in with the morning mist as I rolls in heavy. Blinking and licking the dew as they might feed on nutrients and vegetation. Perhaps a small mushroom grows there where they’ve meandered into a nook of valley as they feed? No thought was required. In fact it seems to happen when they all together do forget themselves entirely. Pure enjoyment. A forgetting of the self. Consciousness in autonomous liberty dilating always out of focus of a carnal temporal world in rot and inevitable accretion of ruin. It runs from arbitrary notions. Culminating and building into a welling of information as it heavies a large leave to release that damned up wellspring of informational tension. As it once again disperses itself where perhaps a young fawn has unconsciously and innocently entangled itself in its play with those unseen fairy sources of liberation from in perpetual existence useless activity. That is where characters frolic and memes fully show their grand presence. Only an immature shallow idiot would laugh and this makes themselves separate from the place. That sacred zone. A nonjudgmental universe of worlds where anything is possible and everything is nothing to be named.

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