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Mar 26, 2006 01:49

"Lost
in the fog,"
one would say.

"Then carry her
to the wikkowillow tree,
where brighter days await her.

And tell her this is happiness,
though you have not known it."

"There she shall lie for all her days?"

"Yes, my brother. There she shall lie in such euphoric state that never
have you seen such a comfortably numb being. Where I come from,
it is called 'Heaven.'"

"Then there shall go this prisoner."
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