My wife may not have existed but, so far as I can determine, as long as the person I am is congruent
Sunday, 11. October 2009, 18:36:23
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STERILIZING THE PLANET
Tuesday, 8. July 2008, 03:53:59
STERILIZING THE PLANET
Friday, 20. June 2008, 00:02:20
Friday, June 20th, 2008.
1:01 AM.
Harry grabbed Jean’s arm.“They want me for my visions, J!”
Jean looked at Harry out the side of his right eye whilst his eye shades put a glare on the social workers to the end of the room. The shocker troopers angled a choke-off on the exits and both our boys knew the show was all for them, they didn’t lockstep on the meaning but the facts were damn straight up and down.
monday, july 14, 2008. 10:00pm
It was a conspiracy to grab Harry’s memories, Harry was a kidnap.
Both our boys knew what to do.
The idea was that an impossibly tall mountain atop an impossibly broad landscape of impossibly tall mountains with an atmosphere that was so cold as to make a wind or shifting unlikely could be a symbol or implant for an operative to report and betray wealth runners. Jean was more than hip.
“Harry?” “Yes?’ Were you sentient for South America?”
Harry had most certainly been sentient during the time that South America had been defoliated, he was being observed by the social workers, though. He and Jean needed to play-act for the Chernobyl crowd.
“I live for my own sake, Jean, I can’t remember ever dedicating my being to a continent, whatever the context.”
“Did you love your wife?”
"My wife may not have existed but, so far as I can determine, as long as the person I am is congruent with my memory of that which constituted my strongest infatuation, yes, I did love her".
http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/killing/wolf.html
STERILIZING THE PLANET
Tuesday, 8. July 2008, 03:53:59
STERILIZING THE PLANET
Friday, 20. June 2008, 00:02:20
Friday, June 20th, 2008.
1:01 AM.
Harry grabbed Jean’s arm.“They want me for my visions, J!”
Jean looked at Harry out the side of his right eye whilst his eye shades put a glare on the social workers to the end of the room. The shocker troopers angled a choke-off on the exits and both our boys knew the show was all for them, they didn’t lockstep on the meaning but the facts were damn straight up and down.
monday, july 14, 2008. 10:00pm
It was a conspiracy to grab Harry’s memories, Harry was a kidnap.
Both our boys knew what to do.
The idea was that an impossibly tall mountain atop an impossibly broad landscape of impossibly tall mountains with an atmosphere that was so cold as to make a wind or shifting unlikely could be a symbol or implant for an operative to report and betray wealth runners. Jean was more than hip.
“Harry?” “Yes?’ Were you sentient for South America?”
Harry had most certainly been sentient during the time that South America had been defoliated, he was being observed by the social workers, though. He and Jean needed to play-act for the Chernobyl crowd.
“I live for my own sake, Jean, I can’t remember ever dedicating my being to a continent, whatever the context.”
“Did you love your wife?”
"My wife may not have existed but, so far as I can determine, as long as the person I am is congruent with my memory of that which constituted my strongest infatuation, yes, I did love her".
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