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Life Is Just Chemicals. A Drop Here, A Drip There, Everything's Changed. A Mere Dribble Of Fermented Juices And Sudenlly You're Going To Live Another Few Hours.

Either All Days Are Holy Or None Are.

And, As Always Happens, And Happens Far Too Soon, The Strange And Wonderful Becomes A Memory And A Memory Becomes A Dream. Tomorrow It's Gone.

Privilege (to The Privileged) Means Having Private Laws.

It Doesn't Stop Being Magic Just Because You Know How It Works.