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TURNT INSIDE OUTSIDE AND UPSIDE DOWN. OUT OF CONTROL SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND. IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS SURROUNDED BY LIGHT. BATTLING EVIL THROUGH OUT THE NIGHT. OVER THE EDGE UNABLE TO THINK. AS HE ATTEMPTS TO POUR MORE DRINK. DISTILLED SPIRITS INVADE HIS HEAD. REFUSE TO LEAVE UNTIL HE WAS DEAD. ROUND AFTER ROUND TILL THE BOTTLE WAS DONE. ONLY THE SPIRITS CAN SAY THAT THEY WON. HE SITS AND PONDERS THE QUESTION WHY. HE RECONSIDERS HIS METHOD TO DIE. HE WAKES IN THE MORNING WITH NO RECOLLECTION. STARES DOWN RARE SPIRITS OF VINTAGE CONNECTION.

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