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  1. Standard memberSeitse
    Doug Stanhope
    That's Why I Drink
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    13 Jun '16 21:381 edit
    We knew from a young age that a heavy burden was to be
    placed on our shoulders with the mere passing of time. A
    sequence of apparently random rituals of passage, one more
    grueling than the other. The scars would accumulate, mauling
    the shiny armor of innocence, eventually exposing a
    survivalist automaton whose sole purpose in life is to appear
    to society in a certain way. In the center of it all, a delicate
    breeze. Every know and then, the ecstasy of conquer, yet
    mostly a troupe, a facade. The reckoning (i.e. the agony)
    would triumphantly arrive one day when, in the last gasp of
    air, something or someone would unveil to us the brutal truth:
    at the end of it all nothing really matters.


    Taken from In Prose by Ezekiel Arduroy, p. 17 (1976, Derry House)
  2. Joined
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    14 Jun '16 12:33
    Originally posted by Seitse
    We knew from a young age that a heavy burden was to be
    placed on our shoulders with the mere passing of time. A
    sequence of apparently random rituals of passage, one more
    grueling than the other. The scars would accumulate, mauling
    the shiny armor of innocence, eventually exposing a
    survivalist automaton whose sole purpose in life is to appear
    ...[text shortened]... really matters.


    Taken from [b]In Prose
    by Ezekiel Arduroy, p. 17 (1976, Derry House)[/b]
    I disagree.