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[aid] => mick
[title] => Misanthrope
[time] => 2008-12-04 11:22:46
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[bodytext] => I hand myself these challenges and if I win I preen; I hand myself these challenges and if I lose knowledge and experience I guess I gain; I hand myself still greater challenges and hope they don't ending up educating me to death; Surviving then the worst of these, if lucky, I could be crippled for life but end up very very wise. You know I'd rather skip the educated, crippled and dead part and also the physical decay and perhaps too skip the birth and go straight to heaven in one piece one day, where God and and I could discuss the Joys and the Dreads in the presence of the angels and delightful cherubic lads. Thereby I could gain immortality and never ever have to get dead. Humm.. All and all I think my idea is best in many ways. But if you are reading this you are already alive having made your first mistake; that of having been born and probably depending on age very very very wise. Womb Return and Womb Pilgrimages are clearly out of fashion and since you've no transcript of your conversations with God you have to like I, stop complaining and make the best of this life on earth; and reconcile yourself to this: The Grand In-Between. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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