Two years after
And Pharaoh, who had consistently refused to let the Hebrew slaves leave Egypt, then woke up to find his own firstborn son dead and in his absolute heart agony finally let the people go.
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| It's funny
now that I think about it: all my young life I had people trying to steal my
sexual essence and now that I am older they want to steal my spirit.
Strange stuff. What the hell is it, do you think? Freaky sometimes - like
your ghostly mist with fingers in San Francisco which reminds me of the
Passover when the angel of death came upon Egypt and slew the firstborn of
all the families during the night. And Pharaoh, who had consistently refused to let the Hebrew slaves leave Egypt, then woke up to find his own firstborn son dead and in his absolute heart agony finally let the people go. |
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| Sometimes, I understand insanity and long somewhat to be in that state. You don't have to pay taxes or anything and you don't care about all the usual stuff. | |||
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