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Can't read his stuff because I get jelly and realize how shit my life is in comparison.

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"well, what does happen?"
Wouldnt i like to know inherent vice. Wouldnt i like to know

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What's the best book that captures internal suffering that essential to living as adult male in our world

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I have profaned my very soul in pursuit of these wretched jezebels. Time and time again the ennui grasps at my being and garbles me whole. I-I just hoped to live in peace. To rise above the pitiful pleasures of the flesh. To embrace the ascetic literary lifestyle. Alas, these accursed jezebels will not leave me until they have turned my milky soul to tar. I can now feel my mind reaching the gelatinous mildewy stage in the mortification of all healthy and courageous thought. There is no escape from gods angels.

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It doesn’t matter who she fucks. What matters is what I’ve done. I have profaned my very soul in pursuit of these wretched jezebels. Time and time again the ennui grasps at my being and garbles me whole. I-I just hoped to live in peace. To rise above the pitiful pleasures of the flesh. To embrace the ascetic literary lifestyle. Alas, these accursed jezebels will not leave me until they have turned my milky soul to tar. I can now feel my mind reaching the gelatinous mildewy stage in the mortification of all healthy and courageous thought. There is no escape from gods angels.

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