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Two years after

  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.


    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.