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Flourishing decadence and drug abuse – inspired, undoubtedly, by a network of fallen angels – IS on the rise again. We at Purgatory Magazine ask questions no one dares to ask – and give you the best tips and remedies for easing the Comedown.
It’s morning and bright and my throat is black from cigarettes when I realize that I, like, hate myself? Not because of what I did tonight. I realize that I hated myself before I left the house to party.
You have given yourself a command to dream big.
My poetry was so brand new that my boyfriend fucked me numerous times that night.
85. One should deliberate serious matters first completely possessed by Dionysus, then sober.
I sought the love of my life tirelessly in the mirror.
like every dress
you hid a petticoat
far too hideous for your own reticence
Partying really can be a total riot.