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Avicenna California...museum Of My Twisted Youth, Vault Of My Dearest And Most Disgusting Memories.

Unicorns Are Immortal. It Is Their Nature To Live Alone In One Place: Usually A Forest Where There Is A Pool Clear Enough For Them To See Themselves -- For They Are A Little Vain, Knowing Themselves To Be The Most Beautiful.

Ah, Love May Be Strong, But A Habit Is Stronger, And I Knew When I Loved By The Way I Behaved.

I Have Been Mortal, And Some Part Of Me Is Mortal Yet. I Am Full Of Tears And Hunger And The Fear Of Death, Although I Cannot Weep, And I Want Nothing, And I Cannot Die. I Am Not Like The Others Now, For No Unicorn Was Ever Born Who Could Regret, But I Do. I Regret.

Ravens Bring Things To People. We're Like That. It's Our Nature. We Don't Like It.