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Where will I go if there is no hell for heaven can wait.

Okay you lot, gather around. This is an exercise. I want to see some emotion running through your makeup. I want blood! On the count of three ..

We have two legs to ride on four saddled by burdens horseshoes travel on making hay while the sun shines the stable empty.

Hindsight was proof enough we are not psychic nor do we have eyes at the back of our heads.

Alive today is my shadow aligned with the sun eventually tomorrow a shadow in time having no master.

The moment was short lived when the memory took over. Moved by time the moment was never idle.

We live we protect we destroy to survive. Four billion years from now two ships will pass in the night the beacon of light will burn out. ..

One can never besure of surebecause if it’stoo good to be trueit’s a sure thing it ain’t.For sure for sureto be sure.

Enjoy the feast everyone, dig in. The potatoe peels are delicious. How was your day Cynthia? I had a shocking day. I was touched by a human rumma..

We will never meet in the afterlife as one had thought because our atoms are inert. So for now let our molecules rejoice for they are living.