i submit my incentive is romance we watch the pole-dance, how silent the stars. we rejoice from the hurting so painless driving distance like death passing cars. we travel sadly, this journey between us wishing our fortune forgot to remember how far.
"There's the King's messenger. He's in prison now, being punished, and the trial doesn't even begin till next Wednesday, and of course the crime comes last of all."
Retribution. It's what god wants from us. For what crime? Our overwhelming stupidity of course. And he intends to make us pay. The pain of tomorrow begins today. No hope for delay. No time for dismay. Just act natural. This cosmic form of justice lasts only as long as it takes for your useless body to break and decay
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"They knew how misery is related to mind. You cling, you crave, you assert yourself-- and you live in a homemade hell. You become detached-- and you live in peace. 'I show you sorrow,' the Buddha had said, 'and I show you the ending of sorrow.'"
What we have here is a problem. Government issued, officially certified and socially verified, beyond any reasonable doubt. I repeat. A serious fucking problem. Naturally, the details are classified.