lady day...

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here and there, most dead, but they seem the last to
know... outside Churches people gathering to go
home after time spent listening to interesting
stories about Adam and Even as if more important
than Helen or Troy, The Odyssey, of which gnaws
at the idea that principally we want delusion,
lucidity is nothing more than some Series we don't
want to watch full of characters that don't appeal to
the masses, where the real hysteria is occurring
without them knowing, and time goes on at any rate
fingering us, with the only heaven being these little
heavens, these women, who often convolute our
needs, our desires... it seems, of course, though to
promise seventy two virgins seems wholly endemic
of this idea, but we are subdued walking through
streets motionless, devoid of the taste achieving this
Paradise that is rumoured of as the after life, when
we are simply deferring, it's simply a heaven
deferred, not nearly the quench people speak
of...seven billion into a hundred and forty four
thousand doesn't fit at all, it's not nearly able to
work, but it remains the talk on many lips smeared
with green eyed notions, jealousies, identical to
their god's, these ideas that behave as if not being
able to catch a cold in heaven is a desire, granted,
i'd like a few of these virgins, one or two, perhaps
seventy two will be awful for the back... even one a
day would take some time to arbritarily go through
them, and you'd want to perhaps enjoy the
moments, maybe a bite here and there, but it's all
secluded these questions and answers, people call
philosophy, but it is more akin to reason... we ought
to fully seek reasons because without them we're
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