Chapterss 2

2. Black Refrigeration Pasture and The Crop Circles were common grounds for various strangers unknowing of each other. Food was the tip of the pyramid at the common place that is The Pastures, this pyramid being made of blind relations between half-strangers.

3. The food itself came from the skies. Like common ground, it was also common knowledge that every time there was birth in the oceans, stars fell from space. When life happened, death did too. The Crop Circles were on the receiving end of death as the oceans were life. Needless to say, both were abundant and The Pasture was YES AND NO’s cafeteria.

4. The stars themselves resembled a giant glass hairstyle once they hit Black Refrigeration; each one showcasing an open wound. The wound is where the good juice hid. Overall the meal itself tasted like sweet dirt. It was the favorite’s favorite. Man Boy Woman Girl traveled by song. To transport themselves anywhere, they sang as a choir. The Knights and The Purple Tooth sang with such power, forests and jungles would grow in their path as they hustled toward their destination.

5. This made the travels 112 times tougher for the posse. It also meant they shared a trailblazer mentality with Die and The Grasswarriors. On every journey The Knights concealed two foot shanks. This way, they made way and their world would always find them.

6. Rules, Die and The Grasswarriors were digesting glass hairstyles and conversing on how to spend their future right. All shared an extreme want within to construct something of positivity. Rules talked of the beauty and magic that lays in conflict. The group pondered negativity.

7. A lukewarm cloud crept over them from a dinosaur shelter nearby. None of them enjoyed the arrogance in the humid spray. This is where motive was born. The tribe had realization and discovered that for absolute beauty they needed to find trace amounts of opposition to smile upon them. The answer to their future was born and vision was creation through conflict.

8. Rules and The Warriors were sitting silent on their discoveries when out of everywhere jungles and black forests shot up around them. As fast as someone turning on the lights of inner space, the tribe had no exit. The sounds of a giant with beautiful vocals and the slashing of dense vegetation grew near.

9. Die and Rules covered the holes in their heads while The Grasswarriors clapped their hands in intricate time. The clapping was a request to the universal fields that their minds would be challenged in positive light whatever the situation.

10. The giant vocal was now creating such a high-distorted treble that wild dogs, black sheep, and mammoths were crashing out of the infant jungle. You could no longer hear the hacking of shanks on nature as the feedback got closer and closer, and at the right time a path appeared. Silence peaked over the noise, stomping it out like unwanted fire. Every Grasswarrior divided by rules of eggless entry saw a Purple Purple.