hell has no Irish section of town
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The landscape of Hell has no floor or ceiling, all the suffering goes on vertically on a wall. There is no gravity in Hell so nothing falls downward. There is no down in Hell.
A fabric of organic folds like rabbit skin or the neck of a hound dog hold all the inhabitants of Hell in place. Veins and capillaries in the organic folds connect all of the inhabitants to each other. Despite their individual nature to their sins and punishments all the inhabitants of Hell can feel all the eternal suffering of everyone else. From afar the organic folds of Hell's are alive with a writhing surface of weed like creeping foliage expanding all at once in every direction.
Hell has no Irish section. The Irish despite their sins or religious beliefs always properly and timely atone for their sins before they pass on.
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