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There was once one Persian woman with some Persian eyes that looked straight into your soul. We never really spoke, we merely wrestled. She loved to wrestle. She would put her hips next to mine and pull my upper body towards her. I'm sure one day she would throw some one. Hopefully it will be a thief, and that she may carry a knife or a gun with her to finish up the job by severing some precious limb of the miscreant.

And then she left, but she left so early, I was impressed. Up to this day I hold a deep sense of baseless admiration. Baseless because it has no stable base for existence, no friendship, no previous dating, no previous life meeting, nothing, caput... Therefore, baseless.

It is minds and ideas I am interested in in this life, in essence. I care about the bodies, but the bodies are merely cartons, plastic casings, bottles to the really valuable insides, to the juice, the chocolate milk, the chunk of soy, or the tuna, whatever you wanna call it.

You see I think I can read into beings pretty well. I have devoted much time to contemplation and/or avid observation of the homo sapien species, and have determined that for every action there is a reason behind that action, for the most part, and there will surely be some sort of reaction, whether intended or unintended, of left unattended. I have demasked a few hypocrits, by now, even though it took me time to realize it. Certain things some bastards, say, you know, that makes them extremely phony.

This dude, for example, cheats me in this game, and then justifies his action, after winning the game, by saying "it was my instincts". Fucking instincts. Instincts are inherent in all human being, and are not subject to game. He is just a fucking pig who hates to lose, and will step on as many good people as he can before he licks the ground beneath his feet. People like this opportunistic fool will get everything in life, and will be happy at the expense of others. I only wish the Old Testament were a literal word of God, so that God Almighty could zap his ass and turn him into the mud, where deviant, cross dressing creatures like this lizard should be conserved for life.

You see, I rant about this being, but will never say the name. I merely lay it out there that there are people as such, and that I can see through their skins, and directly into their crummy hearts. They are bottles and cans with nothing inside, because everything they can feel is at the expense of others. They can never be alone and will use smooth, soft words to seduce others into satisfying their whims. In conclusion, they suck, and if I can help it, I will stay away from this species.

There are others in this earth who deserve great praise. Three souls recently heard my plea and moved mountains in order to help me out. It is people like these which the world needs more of. It is people like these that bring about the sort of tear that makes fresh water rivers, as opposed to sea water. People like these deserve that heaven religions speak about, without hesitation at the threshold of death. These people have so much within their frames, in their hearts, they emanate these values in their characters, and this beautiful juice spills out onto the world in sweet gushes, and make those around them fortunate to be around them. This paragraph is perhaps too short and does no justice to the honor these beings deserve for who they are. Nevertheless, what little can be said, should not be kept in silence, lest it be buried in our chests at the hours of our deaths, and make our souls the heavier to move on.