Concentrate on the higher side of Oscar Wilde now. They foam & froth, and try to punish me because I'm different. I remain their superior, with blithe disregard for their small, petty desperations.
I'm beautiful, I'm a dark angel, that's why I can go to Astral and do what I want. Don't drink though. I do want Astral again, and I do want Sunset Strip. It is Christmas.
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