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Zen and The Art Of Alcohol Poisoning
I let you go. I binged on you and the desire you injected into my vains. But alas! You became suffering. I purge you along with the boilermakers and dollar pizza. I achieved enlighment kneeling over a toilet of emptiness. I am hungover with desire for you still. But not for much longer. My mind cannot dispose of this suffering but no mind can.
