I'm the one who mixes works of torture, suicide and death to whiskey with soda. I sit in my closet and drink for despair. I want to celebrate the divination of matter and spirit, body and soul, bosons away. O Father Lucifuge Rolocale, the great judge of Hell. Balance me between demons and angels. Open my eye. Open my mind. I need to see clearly.
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