i find myself once more licking my existential wounds... and to my enjoyment, it has the amusing hint of juniper and the lonely undertone of a good gin. sweetly numbing, i sip with a forceful purpose knowing that soon i will fade away into forgetfulness. But before i get to that wonderful state, the terrible price of memories will rip through my slipping consciousness like a child's hand upon a present...cheers
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