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Drive around and film sentences as they happen.
What's been said, what's been relayed, frozen, encased in glass taunting.

"The only useless things are guilt and opera".
"Guilt like tourette's tries again learns nothing".

Alcohol has officially taken the throne, residing over any other form of sustenance my body dare entertain.
An everyday maelstrom of concerns, pleasures and mistakes.

You must be lower than this to understand this ride.
And if you're not please buy me a drink.
We'll come to an understanding.

Slaughtermatic blew my fucking mind.
Check out the previous entry for hype and ramen.
Make the book look terrible like a jacket description.
I was just four pages in.
Don't forgive me.