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_ Distance traveled; distance yet to go... Don't - do not - deny the undeniable.

_ That's a bubble without walls.

_ I'm flying first-class, where all you see is suffering; distance traveled, distance yet to go. I'm going to align my nervous system to the vibrational wavelength of a higher order.

_ Renounce the world before it renounces you... it looks better on the resume. Let it all go... it's very simple... You let it all go.

_ Simple, simpler, simplest... which witch is which. Ding... the sound of the bell ringing... Ding... haven't I heard you somewhere before?... Baaarrrrrrriiiinng! And to think you would live forever... Hah!

_ Sure... Why not?... Fly away home, crustacean. Fly away home.

_ The choices are limited to the one you choose; unpacking should be easy.

_ A larrupin' wallop of all that is good rots upon my palate; it's missing something... a rogue dollop in search of something not there.

_ The bad? Is it missing the bad? They are soul-mates, you know.

_ I know a lot of things; and a lot of good it's done me, sitting here with you.

_ There's plenty of doors and windows. Pick one.

_ The extension of a limitless love - a bit of child's play. We obviously know that only a limitless, unconditional love could support such depravity as exemplified through the human endeavor, an endeavor in which love is the first coloring. It, along with the background, appears like it's always been here; like it's always been here waiting in what can only be called distracted fashion... Or perhaps we are distracted... maybe we are the guest and not the host. Whattyasayyyy!?...  Howsaboy?

_ Sad. Mortimer died... a snerdly death by the sea. He had so much to offer; he just simply ran out of air... Shortness of breath it's called, Bob...

_ Corks bob, kid.... Corks, not me. Howsaboy?

_ Never been better. Only ever been. Et tu?... And you?... Voulez-vouz?... Catch my drift?

_ The Latins got all the good words, so howsabout 'fine'?... Will 'fine' do?

_ How dare you italicize your words! You know, or at least should know, of my sensitivity in this regard.

_ Sorry.... Why don't you buy? It'll get us back on the right foot. I'll have a double chai, extra steam and cream, no designs nor knick-knack - no, no.... Basic, as in 'the usual'... And that was yesterday.

_ Sure... 'the usual'... and, of course, yesterday it is. Pity that Mortimer died. He just ran out of air.

_ Running out of air... I've heard it is one of the most beautiful of deaths.

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... Paying no mind to the fact that I'm afraid of heights, can you take me there?

... Bob... and then tuck gently beneath the waves.

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