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is living like a cold fish
at the bottom of a well swimming in dark circles you cannot tell if down is up or up is down. Hell is a perpetual frown and a never-ending curse. Or perhaps hell is a midnight colored hearse you hope will never arrive? “I’m afraid not” the literalist replies. “Hell is merely the smell of you being burned alive.” |
Daniel Klawitter
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