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that which never is but was and will be

Thank you Lord, for inspiring my parents to cut off a piece of my dick. If they left it up to me, I might not have done it. And thanks for being committed to the institution of marriage, because I am never really satisfied with this mind that I�ve made up. And thanks for making the commoners so easy to understand. But Lord, please tell me, how can I be more like them? How can I care less, how can I want more, and how can I ignore the things that clearly mean to kill me? They�re having a better time than me, I shouldn�t have read the final page, so my life would be unfolding, instead of falling into place. I try to point out the milestones, but everyone thinks they�re stumbling blocks and when I tell them how it all turns out, they think that I�m reeling them in.