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[inxs_of_me]

I. It was fantastic unparalleled time. It was the end of time. We stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The sky was red and ready to split. We had spent a month in holy drunken rapture; orgies like clockwork, prayers on Sunday. Death races on the docks, drugs in the alley. Murder in the street, war on the highway. Torture in the storefront, fire

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[gregman434]

is this the outline for your senior paper? anyway, it is beautiful.