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for those who care to witness the aforementioned fables creation:
Draft #1 (originelle!)
the tired, the cold, the weary world wanderers in all weather, mission: keep it together...or latenight tv watching headspace ponderers, the restless, heated, insomniac omnivores (of all entertainmentaccessible). need not go in tummy to be digestable. a mentalmotionmarket of unmentionables. or those with thirsts unquenchable draining rivers dry. crying eyes dry. witness the calloused feet of the wanderers: cleaned spotless in the desert by soul trafficking spirit launderers. so to wander some more.
Draft Deux!
Unity, community. then what stands apart? the queen of hearts? the joker of television? the seller of fantasy? the puller apart? releaser of confusion! thrilled, used, spilled, oozed - defragmented. outside community pax quantum pax panic...puzzled by pacific, community gets violent. Needtoknowit they must, and try for the atlantic. desperate! frantic! for holywholesymbolictruth. for the youth! Pressure made manifest: A fragile question mark, anonymously delivered in lobster tail zipper. GPS tracking shows only 'train then river'. What? theygomadly. Yes? No? get lost! They say then They R. somewhere equatorial, cirrhotic of liver. drinking to forget. forgotten, better yet. tapped right out of the question still. Forever preserved in Atlantic freshwater chill.
Draft #3
Unity, community. rolling downhill. taking a fall, destined for spillsville, where the Seller of Fantasy runs with the Puller Apart, overseen are their affairs by the Releaser of Confusion. who apparently to no ones knowledge abused them. Thrilled, used, spilled, oozed - defragmented by and by. The mothers of all human race let out SIGH. Outside the community pax quantum pax panic...puzzled by pacific, community may get violent. Needtoknowit they must, no more will be silent. Search leads to atlantic. desperate! frantic! A GPS tracking on modern day milkcarton, shows only 'train then river' by what path they had taken. Honestly if we must; They R. somewhere equatorial, cirrhotic of liver. drinking to forget. forgotten, worse yet. tapped right out of the question still. Wikipedia net casts wide... empty, nil. whereabouts indeterminate. atlantic deep chill.
Final Draft (we end where we started)
Picture them rolling downhill, the EndEnders u know. taking a fall, destined for spillsville. where the Seller of Fantasy runs with the Puller Apart, affairs overseen by Overlooke OfftheChart. Who apparently (to no ones knowledge) misinformed them, our Endenders. ('abused them!' the NeoEnder faction engenders). Thrilled, used, spilled, oozed - defragmented by and by. The rumors of EndEnders takes in with the tide. The mother of all tidepools lets out like a SIGH. Some say they unanchored & went west, to pacific. Some call this theory frantically desperate spam of Pretenders. A faraway distant cousin of our socalled EndEnders... A primitive GPS tracker on some gigabit milkcarton, suggestive of 'train' then waffles to 'river'. Holdouts put nonmonetary wages on which, then never deliver. Forensics fills in the fate of EndEnders: Somewhere way back where some egg greased the bacon. This spatula drips theory EndEnders got taken! somewhere equatorial, cirrhotic of liver. drinking to forget. then forgetting, turned Forgotten! Tapped right out of the question still. Into the answer mould. Do tell, no one asks. And to no one is it told. This is The End (per directive of Ender).
THis piece goes out to:
Dearly beloved End Enders, now parted.
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