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FleshFlowers Scanned & Proofed By MadMaxAU * * * * Here in exile, I have learned how much it is possible to miss the Earth. Oh, don't mistake my meaning. It's not as some repository of metaphysical meaning that I miss it. Birthplace of humanity, ancestral globe, big blue marble on a black cloth sprayed with diamond chips. What a load of bullshit. No, I miss only the luxurious life I had there, civilization and all its tinsel trappings. The money, the prestige, the women, the food and wine, sleek imported Brazilian cars and elegant Harlem apart-ments in the clouds. I can hardly believe now that I used to pity myself then. Sure, I had had a few rough breaks. Failures of will and nerve that rankled, disappointed expectations, evaporated dreams. But my work had its rewards - when it was going good, and I could lose myself in it - and the material comforts more than compensated for the spiritual pangs. Compared to the lives |
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