our skins go bad with time/our nails gnarl/our hair has its autumn and winter/and sometimes blight

so it is natural to long for an afterlife/involving a retrieval of youthful glow/and taglessness and lush lock flow

and since it is fun to wish/perhaps we afterlifers will be able to trade in our vehicles/for different makes & models

or maybe it works like a salon/with  the client describing the perfect fit of flesh/and getting the pamper-treatment from the cosmetician magician as regrowth and reshape happens

but i wish for something more diy/sprouting my own new hairline/pulling my legs longer/disappearing the foliage in nose and in and on ears

or commanding “Idris Elba as Heimdall” and getting those golden eyes

eyes are epithelial tissue too you know

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more likely an afterlife though/involves nonhuman robes of nonflesh/maybe softly glowing jellyfish bulbs/or semipermeable four-dee membranes/enabling safe passage/through forever

perhaps in my lifetime the computer simulations will become real/and freeing/extending the duringlife indefinitely

wished the withering old man