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Do not message moderators individually about posts not appearing in the new queue or ban appeals. What is this a joke, right? Some kind of elaborate practical joke? Heh, at my fortieth reunion we delivered a casket to the class presidents hotel room and uh-- Joe Black: Where are you going Bill? The great Bill Parrish at a loss of words? The man from whose lips fall "rapture" and "passion" and "obsession"?
All those admonitions about being "deliriously happy, that there is no sense in living your life without" all the sparks and energy you give off, the rosy advice you dispense in round pear shaped tones. What the hell is this? Just think of millenniums multiplied by eons compounded by time without end. I've been around that long.
But it's only recently your affairs here have piqued my interest. The natural curiosity of me the most lasting and significant element in existence has come to see you. I want to have a look around before I take you.
It requires competence wisdom and experience, all those things they say about you in testimonials.
And you're the one. The one to do what? Show me around, be my guide. And in return you get Oh Bill, come on. The question you've been asking yourself with increased regularity, at odd moments, panting through the extra game of handball, when you ran for the plane in Delhi, when you sat up in bed last night and hit the floor in the office this morning.
The question that is in the back of your throat, choking the blood to your brain, ringing in your ears over and over as you put it to yourself. Yes Bill the question.
Am I going to die? It's hard to let go, isn't it? Yes it is, Bill. What can I tell you? Should I be afraid? A man like you? You know about money, don't you?
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It can't buy happiness? You want me to be your guide? You fit the bill, Bill. You're at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong woman!