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but if he comes back again, tell him to wait right here for me or try again tomorrow. i'm gonna kick this tomorrow. but tomorrow seeps through the seams of the sky grayly and without holes before you can start calling it today. makes you think that the earth might just stop turning if everyone just went to sleep at the same time, if they turned off the cogs and plugged up the work-whistles.
tomorrow or today is the first day that i will push myself up. pink palms will grow dirt, neurons will connect, collide.
the answer to your question, about heaven. the world is a flat and thin rubber sheet, infinitely existent; the air around it is turbulent. the currents form ripples on its skin, and this is life. when you die, it just means the wave has passed you by; you'll live again.
tomorrow or today is the first day that i will push myself up. pink palms will grow dirt, neurons will connect, collide.
the answer to your question, about heaven. the world is a flat and thin rubber sheet, infinitely existent; the air around it is turbulent. the currents form ripples on its skin, and this is life. when you die, it just means the wave has passed you by; you'll live again.