Aesthetics is the point.

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It's fucking great!

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Incredible.

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Я всегда придерживался той идеи, что Бог есть время. В любом случае, я всегда считал, что раз Дух Божий носился над водою, вода должна была его отражать. Отсюда моя слабость к воде, к её складкам, морщинам, ряби и – поскольку я северянин – к её серости.

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                                       И в пролет не брошусь,                                        и не выпью яда,                                        и курок не смогу над виском нажать.                                        Надо мною,                                        кроме твоего взгляда,                                        не властно лезвие ни одного ножа.

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They're alone. They're dead. They're beautiful.

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Take me to church + My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouth piece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life

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That's what I like.