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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #362 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Manic Depression" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Phairgirl !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 12/19/98 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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you know-- you've known for a long time-- that you have a clear
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perception of reality. nothing matters in this world. you realized
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long ago that there's no explanation that could ever convince you that
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there is a god... that there is any kind of higher being. you've seen
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life. and you know that you control your own destiny.
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so this is why you hate yourself.
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nothing changes. the world is still full of the same shit that
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has always existed. people don't change. you run into the same
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assholes everywhere you go. you don't change. you're still the same
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worthless nothing floating in a world of worthless everything, and it
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all matters, maybe too much.
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and the next day, suddenly everything is too slow. you can't
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move fast enough. everything is funny. everything YOU DO is funny.
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you're unstoppable. you're CONVINCED that the gorgeous long-haired guy
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online wants you just as much as you want him. you make a complete ass
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out of yourself, but it's a wonderful thing. you are a MINOR GOD!
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then you hear him talking to a different girl and not replying as
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quickly to your messages. no longer are you perfect; suddenly, all you
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do is wrong. you find yourself right back where you began.
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you cry over meaningless messages sent by friends in jest. you
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agonize over the easiest tasks and torture yourself over your stupidity.
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and when the day ends, and you try to create dreams for yourself as you
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fall asleep, suddenly the world is a little brighter.
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you know what's wrong with you. you know there's medication out
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there for people like you, people who can't handle daily life for no
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reason at all. but your fucking lame-ass job doesn't have benefits,
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and you can't get benefits until you're promoted. but you can't get
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promoted if you keep acting this way.
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day number three begins, and once again, you can't seem to stop
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yourself. you're hot shit, baby. everything you do is cool.
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everything you say is cool. everyone else is a wasted, watered-down
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pile of nothing. you shout insults at innocent passers-by because they
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pissed you off for looking at you cockeyed. they throw their pepsi at
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you, and you're back to self-loathing and the neverending feeling of
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wanting to die.
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welcome to my world. how sexy am i now, fucker?
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #362, WRITTEN BY: PHAIRGIRL - 12/19/98 !!
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