Posthumous Cut List

I have decided that there are certain souls I no longer wish to know.  I mean this to apply to  future incarnations and time spent in the heavenly realm.  I have been watching you here in this existence, studying your behavior and how it impacts me and my behavior and I do not like it, ergo I do not like you enough to want to wander eternity as a soul mate, be ye friend, lover or acquaintance.  I am making a physical notation in case I forget when I die that there are as of this moment in time ten of you on this list.

Oddly enough some of you, in this life, I consider to be close to me, but I really do not like the manner in which you have chosen to exist as it is hypocritical and immoral.  You choose evil over good time and again.  I am far from perfect.  So perhaps you would not choose to know me either, but I really do not wish to recycle into another lifetime with some of you.  I would rather not reincarnate, but I do not think we are given much choice in this matter.  There are at least three of you that I would not mind seeing burn in an eternal hell.

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YO YO YO ~ apologies to William and Elizabeth

Here I speak the words my heart emotes, yo’ Betty Browning what’s that I choke…

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.


I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.


I am spinning high and falling free Willy Shakes, sing it with me.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date

From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.


From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,


And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:


From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.


From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.


I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

From green to gold and then crumbling brown I love you baby even if the skies fall down.

 

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