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Have you ever considered how your shoes will look without your feet? I should call Dr. Killeen this afternoon, find out if I have cancer but I’m enjoying the extra weekend of not knowing. Strong oscillations gather rhythm and expel me or accept me. It’s annoying being the center of attention, the dead man walking. Things often work out better than you expect and this probably will too. In the transition to non-existence, Ken said, you get what you believe. Now that is a truly scary thought, even scarier than Life is but a dream. Pain serves the purpose of preparing one to die. Other methods have been tried but this works best. You tie up your affairs or maintain the discipline you possessed when feeling well. Eschew certainty about the afterlife. All will be given that must be what faith means. Don’t forget to breathe. Rain happens. We supply the reasons. Leave no footprint in eternity. No smell.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
Jack in His Boxers
Have you ever considered how your shoes will look without your feet? I should call Dr. Killeen this afternoon, find out if I have cancer but I’m enjoying the extra weekend of not knowing. Strong oscillations gather rhythm and expel me or accept me. It’s annoying being the center of attention, the dead man walking. Things often work out better than you expect and this probably will too. In the transition to non-existence, Ken said, you get what you believe. Now that is a truly scary thought, even scarier than Life is but a dream. Pain serves the purpose of preparing one to die. Other methods have been tried but this works best. You tie up your affairs or maintain the discipline you possessed when feeling well. Eschew certainty about the afterlife. All will be given that must be what faith means. Don’t forget to breathe. Rain happens. We supply the reasons. Leave no footprint in eternity. No smell.
robert-ronnow
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
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