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Good Wishes

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Good wishes without kisses. Moving forward on a mission to unravel the cone when greatness ruled the earth, and the universe was young. Finding the motives for a people who has gone astray by losing themselves in an unreal reality created by the vacant lot, causing cultures to topple and global pollutions to reign supreme.

A world of wishes without kisses where idiots rule and fools govern with the oblivious obscured by the nonsensical and the pathetic being ramped higher than the highest whatever. The ill-mannered are applauded giving them even more energy to be a dull witted and suffering the cost of neanderthal blending.

Once upon a time there was a time when the air was safe to breathe, foods was nourishing to eat, and water energized the body. During that time large stones rolled uphill by thought, and other realms and planets were frequently visited by mental teleport. A woman knew what she was, and a man bathed her with the light of the sun. Then a particular ice age came and changed everything.

A new species of humanoid developed amid the ice and snow. No animal could find refuge from this new biological metamorphosis that devoured everything in sight. The land became a garbage dump, and the waters became a sewage flush. Progress became measured by the number of trees cut down in the forest and the level of artificial signals that can distort the cells of the animal and human brain.

Kisses without wishes falling into oblivion under the weight of the avalanche that distorts everything and everyone it encounters. The light of the worlds unwittingly and willfully transformed themselves into debris and wreckage having only loudness as their distinction. Rulers who will not let go of the short stick that grounds them to powder and makes a mockery of them at every instant. When will the unwise learn and the unconscious regain their consciousness?

Just the other day the planet earth was a wondrously beautiful place when only one species of humanoids inhabited the soil. Born from the colors and frequences of trillions of stars coalescing into the perfect dark matter that holds and sustains all the universes in their places. And the fruit that fell from the tree nurtured and nourished the soil causing a blade of grass and a flower to bloom. No deserts, or wastelands, or molten core, and no beast or man feeding upon the other.

Good wishes without kisses. One mind without dissention. One body of one form and one universal house that could truly be called home. Yesterday as the egg rolls, clouds rained down uncontaminated water creating underground streams of vibrant purity and oceans washed the shores without corruption. Wars were fought by intimidations not by bloodbaths and untold suffering. This was a time when, and that when will come again just as sure as tomorrow is the same as yesterday and the evening, the morning, and the night will stay in place.

This is not a dream. This is how existence was the day before yesterday and how it will be the day after tomorrow.

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Your Behavior Speaks

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Your Behavior Speaks

Your behavior is telling me the opposite of what your mouth is saying. I realize that you may be confused so it is my duty to enlighten you. I am telling you that your avenue of escape is firmly in my grip. In my hands you will experience a complete feeling of expression and all your doubts concerning me and you will float away.

Let me know everything you are thinking so that together we can sort them out, with the outcome of giving you a pure thought of mind. In a little while the walk of a mile will be over and the journey into a wonderful future begins. In the aftermath the end will eclipse the beginning as well as the now of indecisiveness.

Do not place your faith in the figments of someone’s imaginations because I am the fulfillment of your dearest fantasies and the open scroll to your happiness. Leap before you look and be assured that I will catch you. With one hand I will suspend your fall and with the other hand I will slingshot your hips.

Moreover, I am your lifeline that will keep you from drowning, pulling you to the comfort of my shores. The door is open, the lock is broken, your way is clear to discover the fountain of youth and the hidden treasures of a long-lost civilization.

Why ride the goat when you can load the mule that carries your burdens? Not that I am making an unrealistic much of myself, I only want you to know that a flower has bloomed on the top of the mesa having no fear of a stone falling upon it. The clouds try to reach down and touch it, and the dew of morning nourishes it.

Your behavior say yes even as your mouth is saying maybe. There is no contradiction. There is no predicament. Because I am the noble beast of the open seas whose waves wash onto the coastlines of your best wishes soaking them with a pleasant spray.

The wind will never blow through your head from ear to ear when I am near. Your heart will never be broken as it is too filled with plenty. The twinkle in your lovely eyes will never disappear.

Be advised that I am the prize you won when you drew your choice from the star clusters. You closed your eyes and blew a kiss, and that kiss became your wish. That wish that you kissed is me.

Your will is compromised as an offering on my alter of intent. There is no reason for you to feel distressed because the knife that I plunge into your heart is love. Blue skies, starlit nights and the season of romance is far more than a token.

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Unlocking the Mysteries of Dreams

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Unlocking the Mysteries of Dreams: A Journey Through Online Forums

Dreams have always been a source of fascination and mystery. They are the silent language of our subconscious, a bridge to the innermost recesses of our psyche. For centuries, people have sought to understand the enigmatic messages hidden within their dreams. Today, the quest for understanding continues, and it has found a new home on the internet.

Online dream forums have emerged as vibrant communities where individuals from all walks of life gather to share and interpret their dreams. These forums are not just platforms for discussion; they are sanctuaries for self-discovery and personal growth. They offer a space where dreamers can connect with others who are on a similar quest to decipher the cryptic communications of their subconscious minds.

The beauty of these forums lies in their diversity. Participants bring their unique perspectives, experiences, and cultural backgrounds, enriching the tapestry of interpretations and insights. Whether you’re a seasoned dream analyst or a curious newcomer, these forums welcome you with open arms. They are a testament to the collective human desire to understand the unknown and to connect with others on a profound level.

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As a community of dream decoders, members engage in a wonderful and enlightening journey of understanding their inner selves. It’s a journey that can be whimsical, profound, or even life-changing. By sharing dreams and interpretations, dreamers can uncover patterns, confront fears, and even find inspiration for their waking lives.

So, if you find yourself intrigued by the mysteries that unfold in your sleep, consider joining an online dream forum. It’s a place where you can express yourself freely, explore the depths of your subconscious, and perhaps even unlock the secrets that your dreams hold. You deserve to embark on this journey of self-discovery, and who knows what wonders you might uncover?

Dream forums are not just about understanding dreams; they’re about understanding ourselves and connecting with a community that shares a passion for the mysteries of the mind. So, dive in, share your dreams, and join the conversation. The world of dreams awaits you. Let’s explore it together!

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During a time when the moon appeared twice as large as it does in modern times there was a king who ruled a vast empire. His dominion spanned from one end of the earth to the other on land, in the seas, and in the air. His name was many, so many that his name was unpronounceable.

During a time when the oxygen levels on the earth was many times higher than they are in modern times, everything and everyone grew to enormous sizes and lived far longer. The vegetation was extremely rich in minerals, proteins, and vitamins and their colors were exquisite.

During this early earth period of time, a daughter is born in a crystal palace at the bottom of the near ocean, coinciding with the birth of a son fathered by the ruler who has a difficult name to write down and say.

The waters of the earth undulate in either gentle or violent wavelike motions when the child of the near sea laughs or cries. When the daughter of the bottom of the sea has a temper, a swirling wind forms at the top of the sea having no regard of how much tempest it cause on land or water as it moves according to the currents of her wishes.

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With powerful winds the wishes of the daughter of the crystal palace fell upon the home of the ruler of the earth with ferocity, so much so, that no one in the area felt they would endure it. The moments seemed endless, and many nerves were shattered by the fierce aggressiveness of the storm.

At last, exhausted dramatized people begin to appear from their shelters. Some cursed the daughter of the near sea while most heaved a sigh of relief and thankfulness.

A council of elders formed in the badly damaged home of the ruler of land, sea, and air. A decision is reached by the elders that nature should be placed under the jurisdiction of the ruler with the unpronounceable name. At this time the daughter of the waters and the son of the ruler with the unverbalizable name had come of age.

The son of the ruler of the earth was given the task of subduing the daughter of the bottom of the sea. His task was made simple because everyone knew that she lived in a crystal palace at the bottom of the near sea.

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What tactic will he use to constrain her temper; the strong-arm approach that a self-deluded upstart heathen will use, or understanding, agreement and harmony that comes with being earthly inhabitants for millenniums.

Her dominion is the universal seas. Her habitation is on a solar orb called the Earth. Her spirit is in the waves of the waters. Her power is unlimited. Her nature is whatever she choses it to be.

This is who the son of the ruler of the earth must confront. The daughter of waves and seas is who he must induce, persuade, convince, and satisfy. Can he, do it?

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She Appeared

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She appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into where she came from. The only evidence that she exists is in my heart and mind where she will always live as long as I am alive.

When I awaken from sleep the memory of my dreams go away. I try to recover them to no avail. Even the dream I was having just before awakening from sleep has gone away.

And she appeared to me from a misty shadow. A misty shadow that appeared suddenly. Suddenly the misty shadow is here, and quickly the misty shadow is gone.

Suddenly she is here and suddenly she is gone. She has gone into a place where dreams form. She has gone into a place that was not here before.

She has gone into a region where only dreams reside. A region of forming dreams that vanishes when I awaken from sleep. A region linked to the hippocampus, the neo-cortex, and the amygdala where memories are stored.

Gone into a region where neurons communicate with aspiration and imagination, where there is the potential of infinite memory and where she will always live even when my dreams are seemingly forgotten.

In the ether or aether is where she lives as the first element or quintessence beyond the terrestrial sphere. Where she lives from remote times long before medieval science evolved. In this sphere she has always existed and will ever live.

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In my mind she is the pinnacle of my dreams that are formed either when I am awake or asleep. I have no questions to ask because she is the total answer to any and all of my questions.

Therefore, her answers are always pleasing to me, giving me confidence for the present and the future. It matters not that she appears as a nebulous image created by my psyche and mentality because she is definitely not a delusion formed by wishful thinking on my part.

She appears, and she is real. So real that I can feel the warmth and the softness of her skin in my sleep. Even more, she has a delightful affect/effect on my mood and attitude. And then, she is gone leaving me with a wonderful afterglow.

This is because she exists in the delicate space between reality and dreams. So, she is not gone as long as I live and when I live no longer in the material sphere, I will be where she is, loving her for ever more.

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I know that I must be Dreaming

I know that I must be dreaming, but I am wide awake and not asleep. Gentle thoughts parade through my mind. Thoughts that seem to have no dimension of time. Delicate thoughts of you and I in a place that only dreams can make.

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Completeness has taken hold and the void that I used to feel inside is no more. I could not have made a wish, and I never imagined this could happen to me. And should I not believe it, all I have to do is look at you.

How beautiful is this new state of mind that encompasses me, filling me with that long sought after sense of being. It’s all about your eyes and even more about your smile when you look at me. Emptiness and loneliness are overturned and today is no longer moments passing away.

If I am dreaming, then let me sleepwalk straight into your arms. Let me know and not just believe that you love me. It is amazing how a moment can be so different from the moment before. Light to darkness and darkness to light, then everything is bright.

I am wide awake, but could I be dreaming? It is too real to be a daydream and too wonderful to be a hope. You must be. You are. And together we will. Not by force of mind but by soft whispers and many embracing touches.

I suppose there are many who go through life without experiencing true love. I wonder if there is any such thing as true love. There is no way to take ourselves out of the equation. How can love in its purest form be measured?

I have no answers and many questions, but I do have a firm foundation to build upon and that is my feelings for you. I cannot explain the mysteries of the universe, but I can convey what I feel when I look at you or hear your voice.

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And that in its simplest form can only be described as love. Dreams in whatever form is for the living which I was not, only existing in a structure of life until I found a reason for living. It may be an illusion of how I want things to be, and if that is so, I will hold onto it as firmly as possible and not let go.

A stroll in the dark, relaxing in the park, a few hours at the beach, the sound of your steps as you walk towards me, all brings me dearer to cosmic harmony and a life experience that I can only cherish and harbor in a special place in memory.

I want to dwell within the secret quarters of your most intimate thoughts to comfort and nourish them. To explore the realms of joy in the tones of your voice. To be your pleasure that has more value than treasure. And to be with you when you need someone to be close.

I only want to be close to you and know that you care for me. I know that I must be dreaming, but I am wide awake and not asleep.

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The Ongoing End of The World Hoopla in A Gaseous Fart

The Ongoing End of The World Hoopla in A Gaseous Fart

The Ongoing End of The World Hoopla in A Gaseous Fart.

Throughout human history, there have always been people who passionately predict the end of the world and the downfall of humanity.

The idea of death and destruction is inherently fascinating to those not directly involved, leading each generation to produce individuals who claim to have mystical insights into the future.

These self-proclaimed seers go by various names like prophets, channelers, remote viewers, shamans, spirit guides, mediums, and alien emissaries found all over the world.

These people want to be regarded as elevated above the average human hordes and compensated in some way for being so generous in sharing their unique gifts with the common folk.

There are cosmic vibrations, sounds, frequencies, and luminosities that hold a vast array of information that can be tapped into if an individual syncs themselves to and into these properties.

It can be suggested that the past, present, and future are cyclical events recorded within different spheres of consciousness.

They can be accurately decoded by someone who can momentarily break out of material bondage and elevate themselves to a higher plane of cognitive existence.

Self-proclaimed Prophets

Self-proclaimed prophets in Western cultures are primarily driven by greed, self-promotion, the desire for recognition, pride, and contempt for people, other cultures, and social norms to declare knowledge and information they do not have.

Some Christians embrace apocalyptic beliefs because of their conviction in the rapture doctrine, which leads them to feel unique, chosen, and set apart from all other people on earth.

I am not a prophet, seer, or shaman, but I can predict with absolute certainty that the end of one world and the decline of a specific humanity will occur when my body finally ceases to function.

I, unlike many who claim to have special knowledge, cannot predict when bugs and worms will consume me. Hopefully, they won’t mind a bitter aftertaste if they do decide to take a bite.

The Platians, Nibiru, Flat Earthers, and the Anunnaki all fit into the same category as the Christians, Jews, Muslims, channelers, and alien abductees. They are all seen as liars, either willfully or due to self-delusion.

These people are so self-absorbed that they constantly make themselves look foolish by making endless predictions that never come true.

They crave attention and seek admiration from naive individuals. They consume others’ thoughts and feed on their energies.

I believe that part of why people are fascinated by doom is that there is a desire within us to see the destruction of planet Earth and all its life forms.

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We are spiritual beings, but we have lost touch with our spiritual nature, leaving us feeling incomplete and disconnected. This emptiness is filled with hatred and conflict, and we long for an end to this imperfection.

The point of all that has been discussed is simply that life goes on and everyone will eventually face the end of the world and the end of their life.

Despite not having any special powers or connection to otherworldly beings, I predict that every living person will experience the end of the world.

This prediction is based on evidence, not on falsehoods or wishful thinking.

A Personal Experience

I want to share a personal experience that has shaped my perspective on life. When my mother and grandfather passed away, I saw something inexplicable.

Following each of their deaths, I saw a radiant orb of light appear, swiftly travel along the ceiling, and then vanish into the wall.

I felt a strong sense that these orbs were manifestations of my mother and grandfather, as if they were trying to communicate with me.

I am resolute in my belief that my loved ones transitioned from one form of existence to another, and that my grief did not distort my perception.

In laboratories around the world, many people are actively working to bring to fruition the predictions made by certain individuals.

HIV and AIDS are seen as just trial runs for what these individuals have planned and are ready to release upon the world at what they consider to be the opportune moment.

The Vigilantes

I use the term “vigilantes” to describe them because they seem to have the mindset of an unruly mob that wishes to harm every person on Earth.

Of course, they will also target those who cannot be harmed with conventional weapons, such as bullets, bombs, chemicals, and viruses.

They may even try to create human-animal hybrids, despite the fact that such fabricated creatures are not able to reproduce and are destined for extinction, as showed by ancient history.

It’s important to remember that a little knowledge can lead to a lot of trouble. When individuals meddle with things they don’t fully understand, they are like infants trying to force the wrong pieces into a new puzzle and risk harming themselves.

The world we live in may be just an illusion or a small part of something greater. It’s like a dream or maybe a nightmare. This is why most things we see are like pieces of a puzzle that don’t quite fit together.

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Our minds often see things the way we want to, not the way they really are, which can lead to unrealistic beliefs.

Short-term goals and events like sunrise and sunset are clear and simple. But long-term goals and the overall meaning of life are less clear.

It’s hard to know for certain why life exists and what its purpose is. It seems like life doesn’t have a clear, underlying purpose.

It seems that the original passage is a philosophical reflection on the impermanence of life and the concept of time. Here’s a rewrite to make it clearer:

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The planet Earth will continue to thrive long after its current life forms have disappeared without a trace. Despite our perception of time, there is no guarantee of tomorrow.

We, as finite beings, should acknowledge our limited understanding and avoid causing harm and destruction.

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I live my life with vivid dreams of you

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I live my life with vivid dreams of you, and if only my vivid dreams of you will come true. In my dreams of you I find peace and contentment. A peace and a contentment that only comes with the thoughts of you. As close as they are and as far away as they are, the reality of my visions places me next to you. Close beside you, even as close beside you as touching me.

My vivid dreams of being with you are dreams that I hope will come true. As true as holding you in my arms and as real as a soft kiss to your palms. Is it possible that you may feel the same as I do? That you dream of being close to me as I dream of being close to you. If this is so, then let both of our dreams come true. Let both of our dreams become a kiss in the dark, and bright and shining eyes in the sunlight.

My life is as empty of substance as it is filled with the hope of a relationship with you. You’re caring for me is the substance that fills an empty life and brings hope to a rewarding maturity. A rewarding maturity that brings hope to life in a fixed place that cannot be shaken, and bends only far enough whereas not to be broken.

I have no secrets that cannot be clearly explained, and I have no thoughts of you that should cause me any shame. My respect for you as a person and as a woman is beyond reproach. As pristine as the galaxies orbiting within the blanket of space. As nourishing and caressing as the life-giving stars. As pure as a whisper of love into your ear. As faultless as my dreams of having you nearby.

Criticize me if you like for wanting the best. Judge me for more or for less for dreaming grandiose dreams and having lavish visions of whom I consider to be the perfect one. The perfect one for me in intelligence, looks, and figure. The one in whom I feel so relaxed and comfortable in her company. The one whose conversation is engaging and entertaining. The one whose smile makes love to me. Say whatever you may as I take her hand and we walk away into the sunlight of our divine.

My vivid dreams may be ambitious but the one I am dreaming of is very impressive aspiring me to obtain the cradle of my heart. An aspirant without delusion. A want to be without confusion. A wishful at the beckoning of her finger. A falling to the knees kissing her in prolonged intimacy. A reason to put aside believing and live in the confidence of knowing.

Rest quietly with pleasant thoughts whether asleep or awake. The moment is coming when loneliness is broken, and fulfillment will appear in dazzling splendor. The soft deliberate steps approaching is the end of dreaming and the beginning of ecstasy in the heavenly realms of her companionship. And this will be so until the stars blank away into nothingness.

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Eyes of paradise as soft as the night.

Eyes of paradise as delicate as the evening. How I long for you to come into my life. Who am I to wish for you, though? The reality of my fantasies of holding you is so far away. My dreams of strolling hand in hand with you are just daydreams in my psyche.

However, I feel solace in the distant authenticity of my fantasies and find harmony of psyche in my clear imaginings of you. Lips of composition as welcoming as the closeness of a kiss. I long for the friendship of one who is so dear to me. Nevertheless, why should I go after the most brilliant star lighting the sky?

My considerations of you are a safeguard that shields you from all mischief that stands up to you. With strength and force, I safeguard you from harm and maltreatment. I honor your strong will and intellect with respect. With euphoria I wash myself in your consideration. Yet, why should I swim in a precious crystal stream and drink the sweet waters of your wonderful virtue? My heart liquefies into your smile with the best of glimmers having all joy to get and all happiness to acquire inside the glow of a grin so delicate and light.

Show me how to talk in a manner to really speak with you. So that we can move beyond the realm of conversation and into the realm of clarity and comprehension by telling you the things I want you to know in a pleasant melody. I request these things from you from the heights and from the depths of my heart.

Jewel of sensuous delight take hold of me and cradle me within your closeness. Treat me as if I am a fine fabric embracing your most delicate parts. Throw me to the ground and consume me like a meal dressed for eating. Say my name in a voice that conveys the wealth of your affections for me. Make love to me until I pass out in total bliss. If I am asking too much of you do not stress, just do as you will with me as thoroughly as you may.

Why am I saying all these things? I am pouring out my heart and mind to you because I adore you. I am not whispering nor am I being evasive because I want you to understand me plainly. I know that I am asking a great deal of you, but you are a magnificent amount to ask for, so what can I do except be true to my feelings for you. Eyes of paradise as soft as the twilight, the ardent appearance of your legs and thighs makes me want to fiddle as Rome burns in the night.

I am being true to myself which I am determined to be so with you. The light in my eyes is not a reflection of a vague mirroring of what I want our companionship to be but is the radiance and glow of having a wholesome relationship with you that is as genuine as genuine can be. My desire for you is sincere and just and is unfiltered as possible with all decency and integrity. Wrap your legs around my head to the fullest degree of respiration so that I may breathe freely in the jovialness that you provide me.

Esteemed of my most reverent admiration and loveliest whisper, I am at my wits end to properly convey my heartfelt message to you. Help me to sing a song of love to you. Instruct me as to how I may endear myself to you. Let none of my words to you be in vain but be fruitful and prosperous in winning you over.

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On the other side of this or that

On the other side of this or that, may or may not contain the fulfillment of my dreams.

Dreams on the other side of this or that, not borne out in this sphere of reality.

Dreams that I experience as I hear the beat of my heart ringing in my ears.

Ringing in my ears that reminds me of how ever present is the last beat of my heart.

So loud is the sound of the finite that carries the night and so disguised as sleep is the ringing in my ears.

On the outer parts of nowhere I reside within the captivity of a breath of air.

A single breath of air that separates the present and past tense of my being.

When will the morning come where other sounds will drown out the beat of my heart that is ringing in my ears?

Within the inner most parts of my mortality dwell the contour of the worms.

Worms eating away at my lifelessness and gorging themselves on my rot and decay.

On the other side of this or that, her soft but firm voice is my inherency.

Contained within the may or may not be, is her smile endowed just for me.

The days soar like a bird in flight.

The night roars like a lion about to devour its prey.

Beat after beat ringing in my ears constantly reminding me that the flame of the cremator is nearby.

Pull up your trousers, you drop-pants and behave like an adult person.

No one wants to see your backside in the limelight but the articulation of an inventive mind.

The child desperately wants to be seen and heard, and always in the wrong way.

On the other side of this and within the deepest regions of that, may or may not be the realization of my dreams.

Dreams of self-realization, happiness, completion, and her arms lovingly embracing me.

Hammering and pounding the life out of my life on the thrashing floor.

Blending and stirring the finite with the unknown.

The day is here; the day is gone, and the longing is still alone.

The sound of my heart beating in my ears letting me know just how fragile life is.

In the approaching future, I see no practical future expect my absorption into dust in the looming valley of the nonentity.

The nonentity that I have been since the moment of my conception in an inhospitable house.

On the other side of this or that, awaits rest from the incessant ringing in my ears of the beating of my heart.

This I have hope as the hostile becomes aloof within the cold confines of my decease and demise.

The constant ringing in my ears is overpowered by the howl of nothingness in this reality of silhouettes and shades.

Silhouettes and shades of never hearing her call my name or delighting in the warmth and softness of her touch.

Tick by unremitting tick, time yells at me to crash dive into the gulf of the abyss.

What is the rush; the deep hole is my birthday present from the instance of my conception.

And the beat of my heart is the wrapping paper of my gift incessantly peeling away.

No afterlife, no paradise, no kiss from her lips.

And no more sound of my heart beating ringing in my ears.

On the other side of this or that, may or may not contain the fulfillment of my dreams.

Maybe, and perhaps not.

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