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		The pleasures of hell are with me and the pains of hell are with me, I am large. I contain multitudes. I have never felt complete dedication, I vacillate on the whim of the more vocal of my components. We are all part of society, and we are all society ourselves. Both within and together we feel the urge, urge, urge, always the procreant urge of the world. Perspicacious in both my body and soul, I the realms in others. I am the fulcrum of both webs, the God of both worlds. I am the poet of the Body and I am a poet of the Soul. I bridge these two domains, I am the translator, the interpreter. I succumb to the pleasures of the body, to which I am currently deeply tied. I find the scent of these arm-pits finer than prayer. I find the pleasures of my current dwelling to overwhelm those of the other. I dissolve into each, deciphering for each of the realms.