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break the bottle to this maiden voyage, to depart with open arms and blown away hand kisses. we are going so far away from everything to embrace a greater nothing to escape whatever scenery and familiarity that pains us with its bleak and cruel remembrance. if it we sink, so be it. let the crashing waves consume us and reap another harvest of impatient apprehension. born into this too quickly, we learned to swim too late. now what of this, oh children of the monolith? are we not the victims of a new prescription deity?
37 is all i hear and see. 37 will surely kill me.
