In my funny life, there hasn't been much greater bliss than waking up in the nuclear mammalian breeder bliss of a tiny warm family as sunlight comes quietly creeping in through an open window three floors above the midwestern world - strange new prairie home - fragrant and lush with terrible snowmelt that feeds a rollicking verdant ecosystem pulsing with Gaia's yonic lifeforce and the coffee ain't been brewed yet but you can almost smell it, see heaven in yr wife's eyes, daughter's eyes, dog's eyes, eyes' eyes...when the eaves on the house next door look friendly and cleanly kept and you know that evil is far away, the heart is clean, creation imperfect, pure.
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