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WE ARE TRAPPED IN THE BELLY OF THIS HORRIBLE MACHINE, AND THIS MACHINE IS BLEEDING TO DEATHTHE TRUTH STARES ME IN THE FACE: THIS MAN IS GOING TO DIE SOON
TOO WEAK TO DIE: YOU'LL BE TAKING YOURSELF ALONG WHEREVER YOU GOAT THIS POINT IT IS LESS ABOUT WINNING AND MORE ABOUT SURVIVAL
PROLONGS ITSELF OUT OF WEAKNESS AND DIES BY CHANCEPOUNDING NAILS IN LOUISIANNA
TOO GIVE INTO FATIGUE WOULD BE DANGEROUSIN THE BEDROOM, DIANA, SPILLING FROM BRAIN TO HEART LIKE BLACK INK
A DESPERATE KIND OF SELF-ASSURANC: MY TITTIES, MY JUICY FRUITSMAKESHIFT PATRIOT: THE FLAG SHOP IS OUT OF STOCK
FUN AT THE PARK I: WIE VIEL IST AUFZULEIDENFUN AT THE PARK II: VAE VICTUS
MY PAST IS DEAD: HE UNDOUBTEDLY HAS DECIDED THAT THIS IS ENOUGH FUN FOR ONE TIMETHE STONE SITS? THE TREE WAITS? THE HUMAN EXISTS? LIVES?: A PASSIVE LOOK THROUGH THE FEEBLE CLUTCH OF THE NONESSENTIAL BY-PRODUCT OF REALITY AND ABSURDITY
THE DAYS OF SUBMISSION HAVE SIMPLY REACHED THE STAGETHE RETURN OF DESOLATION
THIS IS ONLY A TEST: REAL LIFE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THISINTO A MOURNFUL GLOOM: YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT IS BEARING DOWN ON YOU
THE CONSUMPTION OF LOVE AND HATEAN INCREMENTAL FISHING TRIP
   
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