BORN FROM OBLIVION; BEAR CHILDREN, HELLBOUND AS OURSELVES; GO INTO OBLIVION.
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"This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces, It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us." |
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Heard a joke once. Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Doctor says treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up. Man bursts into tears. Says, "But Doctor, I am Pagliacci." |
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Things are tough all over, cupcake, and it rains on the just and the unjust alike |
| "IN THE END"? NOTHING ENDS, ADRIAN. NOTHING EVER ENDS. |
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