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Of all the dog kennels in all the world he had to walk into this one?

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

dissociation isn't a crime. they can't arrest you for not being real anymore. it isn't illegal

Great was the sin of my spirit, Great is the reach of its doom; Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it, Nor can respite be found in the tomb

And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

This is my kind of weather. Trenchant spires of avarice to juxtapose a moribund sky!