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Most Of Our Distractions Are Designed To Invite Us Away From This Recognition, Which Is A Good Idea.

Your Servant Here, He Has Been Told To Say It Clear, To Say It Cold: It's Over, It Ain't Going Any Further And Now The Wheels Of Heaven Stop You Feel The Devil's Riding Crop Get Ready For The Future: It Is Murder

I Lit A Thin Green Candle To Make You Jealous Of Me, But The Room Just Filled Up With Mosquitoes.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

In The Broken Places, The Light Shines Through.