Sharp, so sharply clear like the ivory on the tusks of an elephant, shot and close to death, the bleached calcium against blood pouring out with each weak beat of the goliath's heart, pouring from the wound in its belly pouring from the gash on the side of its head pouring from its jaws softly onto the tusks. Soft, too, like the bunny rabits that run, jump hop so happily, in Lenny's lucid imagination, his ernest dreams, his final thoughts as George, o so kind George, so kindly and mercifully helps Lenny find his heaven. Calm, like those clouds one sometimes see dancing in the blue sky floating across ones vision endlessly; endlessness revealing an eternity, everlasting dreams turned reality, for mortals fated to die and also to live forever and forever being calm. and Empty, of color or reason, of anything creative or powerful, devoid of passions or pains of everything dear to existence. Empty like black, its equally eternal counterpart. Like Death. Just as much as black is like Death. White.
Reason for writing:
O i dunno. white.
too much white on this screen.
it's killing me.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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