Cry aloud, scream! We run ramped with love, hate, lust, and passion for life. Like dogs of war we lick upon the heels of anarchy and madness! Oh cry aloud for the taste of life is sweetest when you viciously bare your fangs upon its throat. Taste the blood of the Hine, like milk! The blood of the Hine becomes a sea of stars, a life not to be lived alone. I AM WHITE HEAT!
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