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Love, peace, prosperity — The three verities of happiness's high drama. How do I clue you in that they're not worth a bad crap, Certainly not all they're cracked up to be? I know the truth: death is a whole hell of a lot better.
"How did you tap into this, Get a handle on the veracity of reality's reality, Its six-feet-under number?" you ask me. I suppose it just goes with the territory — No-man's-land, where quicklime is life's lingua franca.
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