apparently there is a Hell. Nothing else matters.
I'm not taking any chances that these people with their evil spirit energies, basically their thoughts, are going to drag me down even in the grave.
Not even interested men and women.
I'm basically going to be swimming to Chile soon; how bad it is.
I have my bathing suit on; that' s all I'm saying.
Otherwise I could be writing about "a good friend" and why they matter. Where'd that essay go?
Well I think I figured out the leery ending of Johannas Faustus, with my bathing suit on. Where'd he go?