Imagine one could experience kryptonite and the internal structure of a material so wealthy in strength, it could eliminate but never illuminate. It would remain extinct by design by core reasons of repetition. An object so filled with wonder and mechanics so simple, it desires nothing but solitude. Considering kryptonite is only a word… it reaches the end. Dam the Luck. Or just the earth purification system? One day, nothing will need to make your senses glow. Identity over killing your stinking rotted Ego, now let them begin the show… it will go on. It will never end.
SJM XIII 