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deviant conveniences (Free verse) by J.B. Manning

We had unprotected sex Knowing you’re infected Your cum-fungus blistered my flesh On contact Memories of you resonate in my mind Like water on windows Certainty fades like Daylight and looking back is easy…fore-site blinding Love is addictive and I’m broken I want to Tie your pubic hair in knots and hang you on your contemplation Every time You say goodbye.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 3-May-04/6:22 AM
"The only valid investigations are those conducted by men in white coats, and preferably involving one of those giant pipettes that are about a meter long, and have to be operated by teacher. Moreover, all diagrams must be labelled, and safety glasses should be worn at all times, even in jest."

If the notion of 'soul' was defined well enough to be used in some model which could formulate verification conditions, then of course I have no objection to investigations into the soul. And indeed any individual who attempts to model the universe on a fixed, unchangeable assumption that matter is composed of atoms is liable to run into trouble at some point - namely, the point at which the atomic model of matter breaks down.

It's obvious that my arguments have nothing to do with what the people formulating the models call themselves.




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