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4729fee3222a1399b6f5931d5bb2653a7ed4380e_m“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish – a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real wind blows – to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested… Res ipsa loquitar. Let the good times roll.”

― Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the ’80’s
I believe…
I believe…
I believe…
+rue re|iG|oN is the color of autumn//the solitude of a sonata//the blink of an eye//the realization that the beginning and end of the universe are a smile and a frown…
0rG@ni|zeD rEliGiOn is an arbitrary time stamp//house arrest//art vandalism //taking candy from a baby//a veil that hides my true love…
I believe…
I believe…
I believe…
                 … I’m wHi$key bEN+ & hE|| bOunD…
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