And so it would seem that once again Im forced to bear witness to the world’s sad eyes. Crying polluted puffy tears out into the universe for there is no one else who’ll listen to Her sad tales. Tales made up of A rigorous and chaotic habitation issue condensing insolent and unappreciative (or was the word ignorant?) humans into Her body. Her beautiful body consistent of the bluest waters, the lushest planes, the most majestic mountains, and the most mysterious caves, as well as home to a myriad of animal classifications who all live by Her rules. But these horrid humans! What is to be done with them? It can only be compared to One possessing a parasite in their very own body and not having a doctor to be rid of it. Is it to be eternity before her parasites (otherwise known as Man) are expelled from Herself? With all of her multiple mouths screaming unto the Lord it would seem she’s still unable to make a sounds precocious enough to be heard by the Heavens. And so it would seem that once again she cries polluted puffy tears into the universe. The great big universe that in spite of its enormity lacks the ability to save her from her parasitic inhibitors.