There is no God or religion in my world. God is born of ignorance and he lives in the intolerance of those who believe he is the officer of their violence. My world is filled with children. Current playing. Filled with wonder. Looks. Of viewpoints on everything that surrounds us on all those around us. Every being. Each element. Simply. In my world we breathe, we live. The beds have no feet to take in the toes. The shelves are alive and they are lowered for smaller and rise to the greatest can not bump. The sounds do not exist. Everything is music, melody. In my world, no longer a gray color. The mice are green, computers are white and multicolored covered. In my world you never lose sight of your friends. And you recognize your enemy. You choose your season. As you like and the weather is an inexact science. There are no politicians, no inequality, no selfishness. There are no shows, no clock. Time passes but no object is there to remind you. The birds do not shit in the air, dogs have no teeth and no claws cats. France wins often and basketball is the sport's most circulated. You can make apple Z when you're wrong. Old age is a second youth and youth is qu'ivresse. In my world, inner beauty is seen outside. There is no odor. Even farts smell good. You do not grow in my world and you are profiting so all the victuals that nature offers us. Ejaculation is not an end in itself. You can enjoy at will, without limit. Sorry but in my world there is no alcohol. Or mosquitoes. Or dust on the shelves and cases do not need to be ironed. In my world, you do not need to sleep. Just dreaming. Starry nights are. In my world, everyone lives near the sea at the foot of a mountain. Just 10 minutes from work. Besides, everyone has a job and most importantly everyone loves her job. Allowing them, inter alia, be competent. The machines never fall down, and faucets for leaks ever. The sun does not blow and found a vaccine against acne. Cons bullshit too. Obviously in my world, there is no disease.
My world is padded. As if you were listening behind a wall. And sometimes, isolated, my world is invented and becomes a perfect world ...
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