peddling through san francisco, cocktail in hand and rock and roll blasting.
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milo contemplates the merits of society as a suppressor of humanity and the falseness of it as a blind to nature’s organized chaos in favor of a god complex, and why we’re out of absinthe.
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i’ve never seen st. george absinthe verte in this sized bottle before. cask has all the goods.