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Desperate times call for desperate measures but when is it okay

to use the treasures of your soul for personal goals?  Who

created the mold for desperation anyway?



For only the hundreth time since my creation I've found myself

seeking any sensation to fill my empy heart with. So, I open

all of the windows and all of the doors and as the evil comes

in on all fours riding the coattails of the good I realize

(after the pain) that I should refrain from going to these

extremes for my heart's sake.  It seems to have limitations to

how much it can take.



So as I put on my prayer cap and my sandles and walk aimlessly

out towards the sea the sounds help me think and for a moment

I feel myself on the brink of mortality.  I feel my soul pushed

to this position by my humanity.  The man in me reaching out

for divine intervention.  My immortal soul begging for

attention from the heavens.



I am alive and there are those that say I should feel blessed.

I go and in my delusionally blessed state pick up a lottery

ticket.  I needed kings, queens, and hearts to win...

all I got were 7's.