Justice.

My next possible creative endeavor...

apocryphal

We're fighting. However hypothetical.

We have to fight. Valiantly. Brilliantly.

Even triumphantly. We must win.

       

We need to fight. We must idealize.

Fight to speak. Convey. Scream.

Inform the world of who we are. 

       

Fight now. We mustn't dither.

We have no time for hemming or hawing. 

It would be unjust to postpone the fight.

       

If we aren't conversing, conveying, screaming,

Then we are false. Lies of omission.

We become hollow. Two faced. Silent.

       

Every opportunity left underutilized,

Every heartfelt murmur and shout

Becomes a lie. Poison. Falsification.

       

Tell me.

Fight me.

For the love of God...

       

Don't be apocryphal.

There are many of us.

Grab some nummins, maybe someone cuddly, maybe some jammers... beverage...

THEN CLICK THE MAD LINKAGE!!!

Now!

"Transcending history, and the world, a tale of souls and swords, eternally retold."

I see her, I can hear her, feel her, her smell and touch are mine...

yet it is not with my senses that I know she is beautiful.

Everything she does sings to me.

...and so it begins.

Straight out of the package. It's not the end of the world,

but you can see it from here.