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Okay, so, sulking is time consuming and all, but that doesn't make up for the fact that this place is, first and foremost, boring as hell. Even brooding over one's wounded, bleeding ego is only as interesting as the hard won attention it earns him. That isn't working out so well. Sometimes, you have to resort to other tactics to stay entertained. Drastic tactics. It is time to sing.
"Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, like an ever spinning reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon, like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space, like the circles that you'll find, in the windmills of your mind..."
"Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, like an ever spinning reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon, like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space, like the circles that you'll find, in the windmills of your mind..."