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BeginningMiddleEnd Middle Beginning Is how it goes, spiralling inward, deeper and deeper, infinity always beckoning just out of reach. Words, words, nothing but words. Can you feel up the sky? Can you gently caress the eternal, whisper sweet nothings into the unending? Can you make love to God? So I've got poetry attacks. So what. Nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all. Aside from full frontal nudity in your case particularly. People would laugh at you if they were ever to see you naked, which, lord willing, will never happen. Unless you become a flasher. Why you'd want to show... _that_ to the world, I don't know. Suicide is never the answer, little trooper! Suicide is the question. Yes is the answer. Gothness overwhelms me, for I have a tummy ache. That always makes me comport myself with conduct unbecoming an optimist. I was courtmartialed once. It was kinda neat. I got sentenced to 20 lashes, postponed due to my impending pregnancy so as not to harm the wee one. Or the child, either. "What did you do?" I stole a goat. "Why - no, never mind. Don't tell me. I don't want to know." A wise decision. For that, you gain 158 exp., and I'll drop a Rod of Wounding and a Circlet of Fatal Trauma. If you Steal from me, you'll get a Cabbage Patch Doll, but only if you've cast Luck before making the attempt. Intersectioning lines heading outward from a center point. Three of them make a corner. Four are a pyramid. Five make a nice pattern for your children to play with. Even Edna. Why did you name the child Edna? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? If there is an infinite plane somewhere, we'd see it. Unless it was black. Or so far away that the light from it hadn't had time to get to us since it was created or since the universe began. Not a small jaunt. Longer than it takes to get down to the drugstore on the corner and back. Longer even than that. Longer even than that. Remember the Arapahoe!
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