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I cannot bear to remember what variety of pants they were, for it pains me so. And once again, I am in no way inebriated, I have just seen the light.
Tell me, when you come from darkness into light, do your eyes not hurt? In this way, you see that your confusion over my ideas is the bright light, and you do not understand them because that which you see them with, your intellectual eyes, are still adjusting to its brightness
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Get Killed.
Get Noticed.
Keine Schoenheit Ohne Gefahr
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