I was getting ready to write when I saw on the piece of writing paper that it was dirty, had some type of residual dirt from a hand or something being placed on it...So I peeled it off and threw it away. Sat back down. Looked at the now unblemished piece of paper on the front of the tablet I had resting on my lap. Was pleased. "Perfect," I thought to myself. And started putting pen to paper on the Eden which was present in pure form.
Eden started to become blemished but with the creation of my hand, mind and ink. The world was starting to come alive, sin. I began creating the genesis of a world and life that was finally going to make some fucking sense!
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