Such dark coincidences.

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Sleeping way too much.  Little choice.

Dreaming.  This time very simple... dreams?

She was massaging my shoulder.  As she did when she wanted to wake me in a pleasant mood.  I'm easy, if you work with me.  Each time, I did actually wake.  Promptly obtaining a bloody nose.  Twice.  I was about to be happy to see her.  I found myself, alone, in the dark, with a bloody nose.

Eventually I woke.  Stumbling through the net, and music, a familiar artist had a new to me song.  It's a cruel world to those alone.  Especially some.

(lyrics)

I... sometimes wonder... about how things really are.  One, or both of us, gone... in various purgatories.  Or, maybe I am a ghost she won't release.

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I love  when they remember.  I put more stock in whores than I do in politicians, most clergy, most paritioners.  They won't necessarily see the kingdom, but they aren't barred as the rich... a camel through the eye of the needle.  It is from the least He calls. Why?  You will have to ask Him.  I follow humbly when need be, bravely when guided.  We all do.  All who believe.