I'm an alcoholic. There's no doubt about it.
Trapped in the throes of brown bottle fever.
The honey drips, as I sip from the sickness.
What's this?
cirrhosis?

Kill the Messenger

Thou art god.

Thou art that.

You are it. 

Tat tvam asi

Tat tvam asi

Until all the whole wide world knows,

I will scream:

TAT TVAM ASI

TAT

TVAM

ASI

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Bite, chew, swallow, grok on that: fact.