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the booze has turned on me. why did i have to get a call from my ex in my drunken stupor.
heres some esoteric knowledge : we're born, we live, we die, we rot.
what matters is the passion we feel be it fight, fuck, flight or fortune after it ends, it ends.
The only thing you can do, is have the best time of your life.
now i know why Nero burned rome. They only thing better than the creation of something is its total and utter destruction.
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By thy cold breast and serpent smile,
By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuous eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art
Which pass'd for human thine own heart;
By thy delight in others' pain,
And by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel
Thyself to be thy proper Hell! 
-Manfred by Lord Byron
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