It's Monday. You know what that means. I have to try to remember what my job is.
People are people because they're miserable bastards and never get what they want.
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When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured, as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world, when you are calm and joyful and finally entirely alone, then in a great new darkness, you will finally execute your special plan.