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Let me tell you a story.
Once, there was a person. She was stuck in a city of batshit insane people who hated it there but didn't care enough to actually try to get out. There was a carousel in this city too. People wanted to get it to stop because it apparently meant the End of the World Was Nigh. Because it was running. Constantly. It never crossed anyone's minds that the world was bound to end anyway.
And then a couple smartasses thought it'd be pretty cool to speed it up because obviously, the ticking wasn't loud enough already, and getting half the people riled up about the End of the World would be fun. At the same time, a handful of hormonal freaks suddenly showed up, and everyone went crazy over it, including the "deities," who can't really be deities when you think about the fact that they have authorities above them.
The moral of the story is: A few extra people get in, and the volume in this place jumps decibels. Shut the hell up already!
If anyone sees a blonde man moping by the fountain, please tell him to suck it up and stop.
If you caught onto the fact that all I ever do is moan and gripe about the noise level, congratulations. You're on notice.
Once, there was a person. She was stuck in a city of batshit insane people who hated it there but didn't care enough to actually try to get out. There was a carousel in this city too. People wanted to get it to stop because it apparently meant the End of the World Was Nigh. Because it was running. Constantly. It never crossed anyone's minds that the world was bound to end anyway.
And then a couple smartasses thought it'd be pretty cool to speed it up because obviously, the ticking wasn't loud enough already, and getting half the people riled up about the End of the World would be fun. At the same time, a handful of hormonal freaks suddenly showed up, and everyone went crazy over it, including the "deities," who can't really be deities when you think about the fact that they have authorities above them.
The moral of the story is: A few extra people get in, and the volume in this place jumps decibels. Shut the hell up already!
If anyone sees a blonde man moping by the fountain, please tell him to suck it up and stop.
If you caught onto the fact that all I ever do is moan and gripe about the noise level, congratulations. You're on notice.