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I'm going down the rabbithole. Gladly, I admit. I've cooked up my madness, and swallowed quite a bit. I can't wait to be eaten alive and greeted by it once more. Reality is dead. And society is beating on my front door. But what do I care? I cover myself in a blanket of insanity, from my feet to my hair. Oh heavens, this wonderful. I don't have to think or believe anymore. Trust in insanity. I swallow the key and close the door. Welcome to the Endland.
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
Endland.
I'm going down the rabbithole. Gladly, I admit. I've cooked up my madness, and swallowed quite a bit. I can't wait to be eaten alive and greeted by it once more. Reality is dead. And society is beating on my front door. But what do I care? I cover myself in a blanket of insanity, from my feet to my hair. Oh heavens, this wonderful. I don't have to think or believe anymore. Trust in insanity. I swallow the key and close the door. Welcome to the Endland.
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
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