You said someday, Not today or tomorrow or next week, Just someday, "Someday" sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean "never"

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Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty.

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The human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building, just a elaborate mating ritual... But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty. I have come to think of so much of consciousness as a burden, a weight, and we have spared them that. Anxiety, self-loathing, guilt.

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You are always pay for love ,the differences is whores costs are fixed and posted right there on the door.

--- West world