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The Day We Stop Resisting Our Instincts, We'll Have Learned How To Live.

Everyone Understands The Pain That Accompanies Death, But Genuine Pain Doesn't Live In The Spirit, Nor In The Air, Nor In Our Lives, Nor On These Terraces Of Billowing Smoke. The Genuine Pain That Keeps Everything Awake Is A Tiny, Infinite Burn On The Innocent Eyes Of Other Systems.

Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation And Mechanization.

What's The Furthest Corner? Because That's Where I Want To Be, Alone With The Only Thing That I Love.

In Our Eyes The Roads Are Endless. Two Are Crossroads Of The Shadow.