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fuck this, fuck you, fuck me, fuck her, fuck the pug, and love the bug. what the hells the point of it, if your not there? fuck life fuck death, fuck the knowledge of that which is carnal. another bottle to numb the pain my good friend? why yes, i fear we shall need several before the night is spent. fuck the bottle, fuck the needle, fuck the pills, the blow, the trips, the highs, the lows, the joy, the pain. a toast my dear friend to all that has been lost, a toast to an abysmal exhistence of pure joy, after all what would life be without the nothingness of everything? fuck the mind, body, and soul. fuck!