when i heard he was dead i wanted to do something crazy. something that would take me to a state of near death and leave a trail of hiddeous consequences, a drug fueled binge into the heart of corporate homogeny, maybe, or maybe, traipsing thru congress with a liquid lsd fog machine. instead i went to the bar and realized: the only one left who would do that is newly dead.Birth sign: Taurus
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