1. The document describes a fantastical land called Obaldia inhabited by characters like Jungolio and Zezana. 2. Jungolio and Zezana use magical inks to write the stories and realities that shape their world. 3. The inks allow the characters to control their destinies and fulfill their roles in Obaldia through the power of writing.

2. We have been the inks that were spreading out, with the speed of words on paper 's
INKS.. .
JUNGLE LIO , was detecting something suddenly impressed by the passage, that wrapped
him onto the way ..
To OBALDIA land of good magic and great human –supernatural feelings towards all
The universe which leads one ‘s way up to long everlasting pleasures of the thoughts in
The midst of the brain-mind that pulps and pumps within the body : a heart in one soul .
ZEZANA :who was the hidden –protected woman of the fantastic comic-tragedy ,of
History in novels in the lights ,and some of mysterious but real characteristics of some
Of the greatest and most powerful love story of the creator of reality ,and or of the
imagination of life. Indeed in this last longing episode , we have learned every day ,
In each moment in joy ,or in the sorrow: the source of some thread-weavers of a
Time in an unlimited space of the brain in the body..
The world was ending while another everlasting one remained in the silences of truth ,
Telling on aloud : all the stories out in presence of everything and nothing ..
I N K S in full motions of all the emotions of their own powerful nature of their ever-even

3. Creating beautifying lives , the world ‘s ends up when at the same time ,in the sane instant :
All of their words fall in the waterfalls of all their meanings out..
CONTENTS .
1-These happenings after the end of the world
2-Click on your last smiling photoposes
3- Do do not move but fly
4-In the colourful inks of writing
5-I believe in you
6-It has happened to you and me the same thing
7-Powerfully Ink
8-Metamyrphozolio
9-Tamirphozalia
10-Have they had been finding themselves in the silence ?
11-A ciel ouvert ,Opened Skies
12-The everlasting Nature of truth
13-Into the Inks of Sir INK
14-The Mastering greatest cause of life

4. 15-The man who changed himself into inks of paper
16-How did this story of the world began to be ending that way
17-The evergreens blue-sapphire
18-Jupitario s 'unity
19-From the invisible to the visible self-forming bodies
20-In the fascinating adventures of Inkman
21-Inkwoman
22-Out from the universal reminders
23-Remedy
24-The angel-Bird and the develish vampire
25-The infinite love
26-Mad ink remex
27-The collective justifier
28-A spaciousness in consciousness
29-Into the invincible parts of the body
30-INKS
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5. How would our life ,should have began with? How much has
she 's been doing to be ending this way today?
Jungolio has suddenly replied to Ink:
_:these things that has been done this way or that way ,did not prevent or stop
them to think and do :to fill in the water with an ink that has been made for them
from the water of the soul 's coloring ink of the body .

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Jungolio was the type of character that could easily represent by his consistent
fair presence amongst a world that he has been thinking about it this way out
to a Star -tracking passage wherein all the peoples features and characters
were potentially being reflected by an invisible presence that could certainly
have been formed and drawn out in the writing InK of a paradise in heavens,
because for Jungolio:the Existence .. Becomes .. The Life!
And life the presence ..Of one light,in one day ,in one night.since
always that during a lifetime ,i have been with you..A child in growth with the world..Out..

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For whatsoever we had been facing onto our way back home to OBALDIA:
For multiple years through the centuries 's refrains of an aquatint that the
Obaldians :the residents of a productive substance made up with the
feathers of an up growing wing of a bird that was taking us away with all
our thoughts and choices with Jungolio and with Zezana the eternal navigators of
a long-life time to fill up our way up to the ultimate picks of :Freedom mountains of
one world 's painting nature in the natural physical portrait of jungolio 's

8. human right eye turning around itself like the sun ,moons in the orbitng stars..
That have changed into the left upper sides of jungolio visions of all one 's land
sites ..With millions of days ago,are gone now into our virtually integrating and
penetrating eyes by the begining of a day until the nights 's ending way..
We were filling up these empty spaces of an invisible but touching mind ..
in few moments of a thinking thought that from which without any doubts ,
is indeed in the certitude that we have been fullfiling up our way to Obaldia :
a land that some people in the uiverse seemed to be missing on their
on the broad and wide roadway to survivals whom were fighthing to escape
the fear , or out from unjustice .. Just because the calmness of peace in the silence ,
inspired the meditation ,contemplation .. That assuredly completes , as a skin esthetic -physician ,dregs
of some magical ideas infused with Jungolio Ink of all the marvels of being .

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_: So and so!_...They were all saying while they were listening to their talkings ..
That were exchanging all the languages expressive Masks ,in Obaldia..Of happiness or
angerness.when the written inks of their fate in destiny ,was filling ,in emptiying out all ,
all of the weaving feelings that : let me create that ink substance which is made ,
of blue-green sapphire and a remex feather of a bird from the earths and the skies of
Obaldia :in the land wherefrom Jungolio could be identified and recognized by

10. his ultra-supersonic characteristic features ,mixing up with the other residents of
Obaldia 'sunny winters in the coolest and warmest
in-bodies Jungolio ink with all the others ,from the source world land
of the universe.
Into my aquaink everything great was possible to be realized with Jongolio 's INK,assuming
that all the writing inks in a chosen destiny 's life ,were being calibered to assure ,
that the role of Jungolio during a lifetime was controled enough to let Jungolio
the right to write his own strategic way to realize what his willing mind pushed him
forward to be stepping closer to the real place that he has belonged to since the first day
of his existence with Obaldia 'presence of human consciousness.
In fair contrast by an angel , in a steady and stunt appearence,murmured on still: the sacred song of his
life .
Despite the powerful characterictics of Obaldia's city land surounded by the sensing
cold and warm atmospheres that were being mixed up with in the feelings of a human kind,
towards these stunt men and the stunt women whom were in fact ,playing on the roles
that made by the supranatural kind of nature ,that takes someone ,or something into the deepest
reason of being and not being at the same times..The primary reason,which
in reality , let you choose , or not the riming speeches with freedom .
That within myself and within the others , becoming real , placed me somewhere in this world as an
author 's implementations,out from the wildest jungles of misfortune.

11. I realized that day ,in the contemporary century ,of the 20 th Era,
and Area of Obaldia 's lands ,that there is .. In the presence of Jungolio and Zezana : peoples
of great interests ,and dwellers of a great importance to be with,although that angel-
bird is still in existence and struggles with a vampire of develish kind ,but not in the nature 's original
powerful type in its ever-greens everlasting creations ,by the inks of its Author.
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:_As a matter of all facts , their has been a certain natural life that do you kinow
Parypary Zezana from The Obaldia ,that life could have been made of four different dimensions,
in an incredible story of some microscopic giants in Pyrapary hometown ,that
is being situated and is being placed into many poles in the centered angles in free
axes ,parallels !_
Their real imaginings did not appear to be coming up from a specific location ,

12. neither it was elsewhere nor that it was just a great matter of time ,
when the right dialogues would open up one the most precious door-gate and passage .
To be able to see it as it has been done millions of years ago ..When suddenly
Jungolio jumped into my book of letters ..to stop my writing speech , piched up
with my voice and music as an ink that seemed and was appearing for
us to be the write meanings of words , but still the
self -battles of one 's mind with the other dwellers of the earth and sky , the skies and earths ,
were being made and written in an inked light by ...
:_Stop it ,enough said the one man and the one woman whom were standing up
in the crowds of a country called :freedom.._
Jungolio and i were day after day , minute after minute being aware of the fatal dangers ..
That would prevent us all to tell the story which indeed was taking the shape and the dimensions of
these past few decades of great men and women 'achievements .
in the lands of a world that today is set up always to be here in the full presence
of the Continents monumental unity ...!-_
Zezana from Pirapary took at once an atmospheric attitude that made her look alike
the bigest giants in ocean seas ,that in spite of everything and of all ..
remained in the silences ,pausing or opposing the smallest world ,
in fair contrasts of all the light out of which one God ..Is being always into
the mastermind Creations ..From its soul..

13. _:Enough he said you are going to burn all the story ..Lines and verse that are still sacred ,
of a language that only his world here or there could understand ..
That he is simplifying his language of all of the life ..That he gives ,or takes away by his reasons to be
..The heart flowing beating up source of all the energy ..
of being the inks of survivals!
_:Stop it!_ tells the man sitting beside ..And from side to side on road aparts ..
They were finding ,founding all things right ..That since the begining or the last days
of being .. Were not found ,yet by the Highest on .. Or in above the all ..
They remained their ..In or out the painted inhabitants of ten reasons ..
and one marvel in the written thoughts ..In action with the inks of one 's breath !
.:_That 's maybe the first reason from this deduction which was taken in and out the drawing figures
that made all of the sounds of an inner language that could tell us loudly ..
You know it more than me and than anyone elses..

14. That nothing has been really beginning this way ,or that way ,nor that in a time ..
It was ending up that way ..!
Said, the inhabitants of Metamyrphosolio and the dwellers of Tamirphozalia..
Whom were dressed up in all the clothes and the magically costumed ..
of the seasons 'on in and on ever -making their reflective features with
the strongest desires to place in their intriguing feelings and beautiful featured characters ..
By the deserts ,the forests and the continental oceans of one Memory..
Into or out from all the inks of writing..
Writing did not make so our life to be moving faster or slower but ,
forward with the history ,the one that believed in your actions ,deeds ,
that made us all think more or less for the best things to be done ,
for it ..Amongst the fellows that were most willing ,to give to the inks of
their paper ..The ever-imaginative atmosphere that could shape up their lives ,
lifting up the banches that hanging on, onto their branches ..
Giving to their beliefs ..All of the mind-will satisfactions ,that they had been finding

15. themselves in the silent meanings of a dream..
In ink..
Therefore ,c l i c k on the last photos pauses ..
as if smiling ,standing still ,when this child is still growing up in refrain
with all the moon lightenings of all the stars ..
Next to your door steps towards the end of the world in its craddle forthwith ,it 's:
Forming up the begining of its letters until he becomes ,and never goes
away ..In those who never grow up older or remain younger than than its
ongoing ways to its sheltered homes ,when
in the Obaldia land ,some crafty characters were trying us to stop ..

16. But in the reality ..We were never stopping ..All our way out to our clannish clans.
We were uniting , while others such aliens were pushing us to divide ourselves
when on the opposite roadway sides of a destiny 'sfate ..
We were droping down from all the waters of the Nature ..
Alike tears..
In remedy, by the transfigurator of transfigurements ...
Because all the inks of the world .. Would not change anything ..
But all in its .. Everlasting meanings ..Everything into ...Me and out from you all..
So without no one noticing it ,yet as it really is
but completly aware ..Of non -existence ..Nevertheless ..
Its full existence is coming up into life nowadays ,from yesterday
until tomorrow becomes your endless chosen love

17. for today is your forever..
INK !
So many things made in this ink , that in is the ink that made Jungolio ,and the inhabitants
of these inks ,the one and all Ink of all..!..
_: Cause my life in them ,turned to be the masterful inks that have been forming up
all our life ..Out from their Mass Spectrum marveling the supranatural infinite powers
in the marveling miracles of writing , drawing and painting all the mass densities
of all the imagination and all its reality ..That caused them to exist and be
forever the music of inspiration in all the true visions of the one image of all ..!_
They have been saying always these talking words in Ink Jungolio :
That was me ,that is you ,here they are all of them in the bigest flying
Planets in our wings ', heading to our never -stopping growing up hands and feet
from the highest greatness above all the lights and beyond all the sounds ..
That there still remains on ..The inks of life when everything sing aloud ,
a world in a letter and in all your words and my words changing ever..
But being herein .. The better!_
What so ever .. Happened, Ink still high on the in all the Nature 's histogenesis in
all its housing palaces in delivrance of God ..From all the gods ..

18. Ink and us became free by all he 's freedom of expressions tied up like
a tye .. A thread , an ever-making .. Ink ..A ciel ouvert" in all the earth of a land in all the skies in inks of
blue-sapphires, painting on the universal galaxies ..
i became with you all their jungling stars mileage in a sudden so jungly ink :
i spread all its wings ..and flied away ..While Jungolio and Zezana ..
were kept on making other weaving new writing inks to assure
their survival in the heart -combatting world for their human soul ..
in i n k .. !
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24. Copyright -INKS2015-RAMY GEORGE MORCOS