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| Give it to me straight, doc. What are the symptoms going to be? | |
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| A kick in the head, a gouged out eye. Your intestines explode and your eyeballs pop. And the taste of your blood will drive me on. | |
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| Because I like when chests are torn apart, the way that heads come off, and the way that art starts to imitate life. At the end of a gun, at the edge of a knife. | |
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| No, Samhain. Download two songs and call me in the morning. | |
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