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Outer space

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dokuneko

Published: Nov 4, 2013

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It's deep and endless...
Deeper than the ocean.
Deeper than time.

Where stars ignite
and life burns in exstacy!
and lights that shine louder than the sun!
It's blazing with colours

Where the dark void slumbers
and the cold and the silence whisper...
and death spreads soflty ans a breath...
Even time stops ticking

it is Everything
and it is Nothing
Horror
and Beauty

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Describingspace in a fancy (and pretentious) way.
But seriously, it can be so pretty, with it's stars, and giant Rasberry flavored alcohol cloud..
And then you have the cold and void and the black holes and suns dying and it's scary as f-....rick...

But that's why it's awesome right? Pretty and scary.
Just you know:
Spaaaaaaaaaaaaace!

I believe I am turing into the Space Personality Core from Portal 2

Spaaaaaaaaace

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