Sitting, sipping mud from a jug. The alcoholic sludge polluting my brain even as I write these words to my dearest friends. You are all mortal, or so you claim. I can not be sure of such trivial things in such an uncertain world. All I ask is for a shred of sanity, a glimmer of peace in the blood pooling at my feet. Will the hottest ice melt away
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