"There's no point to any of this. It's all just a...a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take the pleasure in the details. You know...a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle...and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt."
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"There's no point to any of this. It's all just a...a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take the pleasure in the details. You know...a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle...and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt."
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