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Pills. That was the word he was trying to think of. Pills. Pills, Pills for over the hill, for heartbreak, for heartburn and just bad affairs of the heart. The secret formula in each pill is alcohol mixed with ethanol, and then blended with a range of white spirits. Crude but effective, this cocktail will send your soul to a quixotic trance.Fellow nomads and scribes silhouette me in my infinite traverse as I unlock life's mysteries; my mouth spews incessant profanities and cosmic perversions. I have a mind that is just as deep and dark as the trenches in the oceans.
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