Jack London

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The proper function
of God is to prolong our
suffering. That’s it.

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Every atom of
me is a traitor to my
class and my mother

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I’m hungry for the
magnificent glow of your
loins to spill wet eggs

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Memories are the
ashes of ecstasy, the
dust of forgiveness

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Nature violates
my sanity; it eats at
my inspiration

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Moonlight is a sheet
of flame that will burst the world
like a meteor

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Cash is the bone and
fame is the dog; go after
that dog with a club

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The lavish hand of
charity is limitless . . .
Father the unborn!

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