Fine liquors, oh how you have stained my canvas of incredulous joy. Withe myself as my witness, if God himself takes me into His arms, i swear on my forgiveness i will slay him on his own grounds. You are a remarkable being--But it si you that will be so fragile--So vulnerable! You sir, stand not even a fleeting chance when coming up against a heart such as this! I have absolutely no faith in your promise of absolution through undying faith.

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The lingering taste of gin brings me back to Minneapolis, a place of treacherous joy, a place i long to be for my undying love reaches the cityscape's horizons.