I will be 1000 years old, in just 964.7 years. I yearn to turn the rock over, and play with the varmints underneath. Look in the mirror and for one split instant I'm staring back at you. Then I'm gone and your face returns. I love you forever, you: everyone and everything (but some much more than others). Sexless yet oversexualized. So wrong yet very frequently right. Always seeking redemption, perfection, + to save the world. Have a contract out to feeze my head, to be later reanimated; while I always keep one step ahead of the contract freeze-squad, how long can I keep that up? See you on the other side!
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