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The Sea Was Angry That Day My Friend, Like An Old Man Trying To Send Back Soup At A Deli.

Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or Parting; It's Just A One-handled Door.

People Who Are Always Praising The Past And Especially The Time Of Faith As Best Ought To Go And Live In The Middle Ages And Be Burnt At The Stake As Witches And Sages.

If There Wasn't Death, I Think You Couldn't Go On.

See The Cat At Love, Rolling With Its Sweetheart, Up And Over, With Shriek And Moan. But If A Person Comes By, They Break Away, Sit Separate Upon A Fence Washing Their Faces - And Might Never Have Met At All.