from ( diets of the resurrected )
In hell, you can draw a blank and nothing happens. I have proof. My dog is afraid of birds. My son has never fallen asleep in his wheelchair. I eat, and my shadow has a dream smaller than that of any fish. This is not hell. The past is abandonment
looking
for an equal.
Thinking it matters when, god tells us we’re dead.
kingsoftrain 
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