Crash of the Filter

The filter has four elemnts to it: prefix, suffix, pain, and pleasure. The filter can do so much damage, everytime I try to cry, it would absorb the salty, wet tears back into the eyes, and make the eys spicy. The cheeks would twitch back and forth to escape the coldness that is given off by the filter. Everytime the muscles move, the cells would undo mitosis, and created a body with no changes. The fingers would shake like when thunder is roaring from the heavens that God created. The feet would shrink into maddness and create a lack of strength. The mind of the person would go dashing through the solar system, traveling through space without landing or a place to stay, waiting for an answer to come and save it.

Crush it down!!!! The filter don't belong there, the elements don't exist. The prefix, suffix, pain, pleasure are only in your head. The tears that are suppose to be shed will shed, and they will shed, unit all the human emotion burst out in flames. Than the eyes will finally be free and set it's journey to discover what is a sweet feeling. The cheeks would twitch no more and feel the warmth given off by the sun ultraviolate rays. Now the muscle can finally do mitosis, creating two new daughters, and giving life to the body, that was once decaying. The fingers would now set it's blood foward, and work for the pleasure of it's own will. Let the feet grow because now the feet can stop being the little one and become the main source of strenght, to the body. The mind would finallly die, and relax because now that the body system is running smoothly by itself that it can just rest on earth that God created. Filter can't stop me and will never stop me.