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Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.

Hatred Is A Very Underestimated Emotion.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.

Violence Isn't Always Evil. What's Evil Is The Infatuation With Violence.