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Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

Your hair is an act of God.

It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.