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The angel, Azrael, came unto me - he'd been drunk - and showed me the true meaning of life was inside of my glass: "Swirling and burning; a sour taste in the back of your throat. Something to sip wearily, or gulp down in devilish earnest. " But of all things the glass would empty and the angel would close His book on us all.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
Azrael
The angel, Azrael, came unto me - he'd been drunk - and showed me the true meaning of life was inside of my glass: "Swirling and burning; a sour taste in the back of your throat. Something to sip wearily, or gulp down in devilish earnest. " But of all things the glass would empty and the angel would close His book on us all.
GeorgeStark
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
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