Just dropping by, I'll read your latest post later.

Just like I was thinking, it's kinda sorta hopeless.

A sign, a no trespassing sign. You can do whatever our heart tells us right to do, somebody gotta be willing to step into that field of jagged glasses, bullets whizzing by, a murder scene, haha, yours are more creative I'm sure, and I don't know even the concept of my soul at this point in life.

I don't think no one will ever find comfort in here, I don't know who or what I'm holding in my head, the fields are whatever I think it is, the electricity and will power, no single person is messing with it for a while now.

We can pick and pluck whatever's around in the real world, look up the moon light, our souls have to get lit. I could warn you not to burn your house down, then again, we'd want that as well.
Go forth ahead, nomad! This is right, man, What we want aren't for sale, advertised or traded where we can see. Definitely we won't be needing agents, I don't do that, it's just my way, y'know.

I'll see you around.