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When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.”
– Altiera Cunningham, Cyberpunk 2077
― Uncle Kamata
– Killua Zoldyck
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 ? 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭!
Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you.
The music'll find you."
― Johnny and V, in unison.
Halloween is opportunity to be really creative.
― Judy Gold
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
The black smoke is the soul’s release
Ashes thou wert and art
May thy soul return to the great flame of fire
Látom
– Violet Evergarden