creativ writting is something else...

Okay you wanna know whats up in antarktika?

We all heard the storys, begining with the Nazis those stupid motherfuckers just froze to death in there steal vault they build in a sleeping vulcano. So the next thing is about the end of the water... it freezes in space and thus creating a giant barrier which is unscalable... how to say it? ...there a fucking tourists on Antartika. Oh now you think pyramids, and you ask your self is it atlantian? Were the egypts the first with pyramids? but if you go down this road you find your self in a diffrent world. A world full of wonders... but for wonders we do not have the time. I want to share with you the truth about the secret which hides the truth about itself.

Its the ice itself. It drives you crazy and ofcorse the lonlyness.

Consider they are always around me, but never ever am i am not alone.
There are so many possible realitys each of the living humans on earth create there own.
Some share theres with other and then two realitys change into a weality.
So on Antartika they are as near as they can possibly get. And to get to a point where you can see your ownself reflected back at you from such an realty of someelse is something so magicaly disturbed that to kill the world-sized EGO's of realty thiefs they get to be transported there in masses.

So thats that, Antarktika is just the last contiguous Part of the world where it is still itself.
Who am I? I am a mirror for the World, empty inside killed by BigPharma. I am you, you are me... We are all but snowflakes in the wind.