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| i know you took too much acid, Steve. i know that framed Gene Simmons photo you're so desperately clutching to your bosom represents your psyche's attempt to hold onto your sanity | |
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| but what if what you're really holding is your inhibitions? what if i were to tell you that letting go of them right now, right this instant, would lead to a life irrevocably content and happy | |
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| hey, did you hear about Steve? he stripped naked, ate every urinal cake on the floor, then jumped to his death singing Ziggy Stardust | |
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