make me your patsy.
make me your patsy.
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This is a blackhole of past events, past speeches, past souls.  Everything here has ceased to be in one form or another; in some instances, never existed at all.  The study of dead breaths and expired thoughts begins with the acknowledgement that nothing is eternal, nothing lasts forever.  Nothing is sacred.

I love you in your tragic beauty.

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