walk into a dark garden at midnight with a sharpened knife. cut your arm just inside your forearm until there's some bleeding. let the drops of blood fall onto the moonlit ground. old nick will come round to the smell. ask him for a favour. he'll say anything, but for your soul. tell him you want it all to tally up to a bit more than a few good fucks, a lot of drink and a mindless search for answers nobody needs anyhow. he'll laugh and say, no can do, you'll have to ask him upstairs about that.
very Gothic
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