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Here's to plowing through the perpetual trials of human existence; to swell with false promises of love; to premonitions of failure; to hope, and the emptiness it brings; to smoking a cigarette while reading about Anathema and Armageddon; to the painter and her unrest while dreaming beside me; to violent bouts of self-loathing and fleeting moments of unprecedented clarity; to building Zeppelins sans swastikas and to eating one meal a day due to financial constraints; to the human race for being so goddamned entertaining and absolutely ludicrous; to the internet, for providing humanity with an outlet for such horrific things as goatse.cx; to Pieter Bruegel, whose "The Triumph of Death" frightened and awed me in my early childhood; to chocolate milk, beverage for an early morning; to the song "Dreams" by the Cranberries for instilling some semblance of void sentiment in my mind; to the night Marlene and I drove around with the moon roof open down Shepherd listening to U2...

Given the anticipation I feel at this very moment in time, and the rejection I know it will inevitably bring, I feel absolutely fucking wonderful, and would like to take this opportunity to express that this is one of a few singular moments in existence that I shall take with me until worms have oozed their way through my skull.