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The mother of a friend of mine told me
that in order to find the essence of life,
one simply had to
“think of the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen,
then think of why it was beautiful to you.”

I once dressed up as a character at a convention
who granted young girls’ wishes, but then made them suffer until they died.
I handed a contract to a girl that was a double amputee and
she took it in her hands and asked me to turn around.
When I did, she handed me a sheet of paper that said
“World Peace.”