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Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates Of Paradise, Then Keep Us From Entering.

Deconstruction: Peering Suspiciously At The Text, I Wait For It To Make A Slip And Betray Itself.

Good Parties Create A Temporary Youthfulness.

If Everything Had A Label, We Would Live In A Fully Delineated But False World.

The Facts, Even The Real Ones, Must Be Imagined Before They Can Be Stated.