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Open season for TOP-OF-THE-HILL
Vacancy there Bask in the sun in all its glory; get shafted down the west cliff. Live or die, sometimes not by choice. Learn the ropes, and you too could be a psychopath in solitary confinement behind white bars. Your only companion? The snout of a dead boar sticking through your cage. |
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Jon G. wrote:
> Vacancy there Referring to the space between your ears? mike |
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This is the end of the line for me. I've met my reflection. It was the
dead boar through the white iron bars. It used to be me, but disassociated and roamed like a ghost, acting out through weaker individuals. What they indulged, I fought. The flesh of me houses its opposite twin. I should have suspected this. I read a little about it in Dion Fortune. I had my way I'd scrap the whole Apocalypse scam and work towards the Star Trek theme. Maybe religion can still stand; it helped me. This is too big for me. Maybe others can share the decisions from here on, and me just stick with my Emotions Anonymous. Surrender and recieve from a Higher Power. Shalom, Jon Giffen |