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[everymansdevil]

Now if memory serves -- as it often does -- then it seems to me I'm suffering from a slight case of death, or that I probably should be. What I'm seeing around me don't exactly add up, but it doesn't spell out drugs, either. I've had the stuff, cooked the stuff, sold it. Good and bad, in an assortment of flavors, colors and consistencies. And even

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[ihatetheword]

It is kin to Purgatory, or so it is said. I like it not to think Il Purgatorio is in its nature given to the rule of man over his brother.

What man may sit in judgment of me and would say it so that I must seek the path of redemption, an he is but a wretch himself? Does not the Lord God say no man may pluck a mote from the eye of his brethren, lest he inspect the greater of his own?

I see no mark of Heaven upon this place, nor God, nor the hand of any but a madman in it, and think it but a hell of man's design.

TD is WAY too fresh from death.

[everymansdevil]

...What?

[ihatetheword]

[Siiiiiiiiiiigh. ]

Thou art dead, else it is but a dream.

Tell me not everyone talks like you :|

[everymansdevil]

Yeah, the dead part I've got figured out. But that's it. What is this place?