Having the strngth to live through the same muck of your forefathers still remains the harderst thing for one to do. What helps us all is that we hsve a family to stay by our sides to endure the muck. Family. A set group of humans that we are bound to either by blood or expierence. Chosen for us, and always a chocie rather to or not spend time with. We feel that they will never change for the worst but that we will always have them. Death is is easiest object to remind us that time, is always to be chesished and never wasted among false idols. Art, is but a selective string of memories on the chain of time. At that I leave my plastic idol to spend such swet time as outlined above. Happy Day/Evening. Coal.
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