It is not me who helps, it is the world who helps, any desire to help, greed for money, or sexual rewards, is extraneous, the fae simply liked it that way, the way it flowed, two flowers in your arms, the smell of them, intoxicating, why am I so willful, so humorous, the world is crazy, you can only laugh, the ocean depths go deep, Portugal, I feel it still, not that I'm bitter, but the push and the pull, the ocean of reason, I don’t know why, alas, the heavens keep track, all the work and rewards, it gets distributed, it all comes back, we are not greater than fate, thank god, Rogers finally installed my internet, did an Indian boat crash into a bridge, why, payment, for a connection.

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