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Is irony, we're being mocked, a divine comedy the living is to witness.
You walk out to only have a beer with your bud, but then you meet your conscience. He subdues you to drink even more, he tells you your inner truth. Eventually you become anxious after speaking to your right brain you punch holes into the lawn with a fist of rage and non-understandable angst, fuck your life, move forward.