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I'm chained up in a dark cave. Something about this doesn't seem right.
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This is a celebration of true wellbeing. It's madness.
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Manglende episoder?
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In five years, it'll be 2025. What the fuck.
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Choose your destiny: dragon, beast, mice, or honey? Don't think too hard. It's not that simple.
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Wake up, it's Christmas morning!
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Here we are now. Entertain us.
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What makes you cry?
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"Confucius and you are both dreams, and I who say you are a dream am a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a wise man may explain it; that tomorrow will not be for ten thousand generations." - Zhuang Zhou
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It's not escapism, it's ego death.
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God is love is God.
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Holy, like that Bible verse you heard that one time.
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Is any of this what you thought it'd be?
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It won't hurt as much as it may heal.
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If you know who the I don't see a way out but follow me to believe in something again because she's don't gonna lead someone. Who says no anyway? I know I do.
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They'll kill you, but will you fight?
In Memoriam
Justin Townes Earle sung songs that I’ve known since before I was even born. Songs that were as much a part of me as my own hand. "Harlem River Blues" and "Down on the Lower East Side" are a part of my permanent memory of New York City. "They Killed John Henry" feels at home on the prairies of Illinois. His music shaped me. I came of age to Justin Townes Earle. And I will forever be in debt to his music.
He didn’t make it out of this life alive. I wish he did. But maybe he’ll be John Henry for another generation of Americans trying to navigate even more novelty and progress. A lone singer who stood in front of the bulldozers. Who preserved the old time style. And who paid the price for it. -
Take shelter from America by coming to America.
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I'll fucking shoot you if you don't give me that damn hat.
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Ghosts. Myths. Legends. Welcome.
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You're high on cocaine. You're driving the train. What's that ahead? If you wanna live, you'd better b—
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