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PERSIAN CARPETS

PERSIAN CARPETS

Persian carpets are expensive, especially hand woven silk carpets. It makes one want to buy ones to sell in one's retirement. If I could sell Persian carpets in heaven I would be a happy man. I would mark it up and sell one of the nicest ones to God, because that's how I roll. I would not roll up the carpet I would just ride it over on my cloud. In heaven there are clouds. I think that is kinda weird it means that the stars are not where heaven is, it means we are close to heaven. That part makes me not believe in fairies...and I love pixies and fairies. I once saw a move called Photographing Fairies. It was about photographing fairies. Michael Jackson was a good singer. I sure hope he did not molest children. I want to see Michael in heaven. I once read a comic book called the X men, where one of the characters Wolverine goes to hell to get someone out. IF Michael goes to hell I want to be just like wolverine and save him. I think Jesus is kinda neat. I wonder sometimes if he saved people from hell...why it is he did not appear in all cultures, if he was God he should have saved everyone. I think it's obvious religions are made up of men telling lies some people want to hear. BUT, yeah, anyhow, Persian carpets are expensive.

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