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If there's hell below we're all going to go
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
On death and feelings
Direct Sunlight
Beast Cthulhu and bone metastases
We once played this same game, but with only our words
Lonely, trying to fill herself with the concert
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