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We Interpret Life At Moments Of The Deepest Desperation.

No One Pays Attention To These Killings, But The Secret Of The World Is Hidden In Them.

If You're Going To Say What You Want To Say, You're Going To Hear What You Don't Want To Hear.

Literature Is The Product Of A Strange Rain Of Blood, Sweat, Semen, And Tears.

Being Alone Makes Us Stronger. That’s The Honest Truth. But It’s Cold Comfort, Since Even If I Wanted Company No One Will Come Near Me Anymore.