The smoke that protects our veins, reinventing the end only to taste it again, the cruelty of the absolute, the apparent looseness of our souls, using the aesthetics to escape from the void.
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All I've really ever wanted was to know what it feels like to be human. And now we're going to do the most human thing of all: attempt something futile with a ton of unearned confidence and fail spectacularly!