Fed intravenously. According to history. Diseases enchanted in armoured cabinets. Drunk like vinegar.
With every passing second, another soul dies under their irresistible weight.
Time stands still. Time waits for no one. The time is ripe.
Now we can only drink bitter wine. It will not sweeten our lives, but it will ensure survival. That's what we’ve always wanted, right? So why can’t we enjoy it?
The most inaccessible layers of the soul are yet to be discovered.
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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