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No, the free market demands something much more PR-friendly than what Idiot Doom Spiral has done here.
Conversation · Horseback Monument
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Your eyes glide over the horse, over its patina green coat. Something about the mount's sad animal-eyes makes you pause...
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The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, under the brilliant sun.
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The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, under the sodium lights.
The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, in the falling rain.
The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, in the falling snow.
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- Continue
- Somewhere in a hospital bed the lieutenant turns onto his side, feverish and exhausted...
- You can feel the lieutenant's stillness next to you...
- A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair... she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.
- Wind makes the cardboard omen swing menacingly, like a pendulum ticking down to a dreaded epilogue...
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King Filippe III, the Squanderer, the Greatest of the Filippian Kings of Revachol, agrees.
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A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair... she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.
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A seagull lands on the monument, surveying the town below. Then it takes off again.
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Wind makes the cardboard omen swing menacingly, like a pendulum ticking down to a dreaded epilogue...
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Savvy's here, watching the little fiasco of the horseback monument. You should distance yourself from this project. Say it's your Personal Brand Strategist gone rogue.
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'Gone rogue'? No, Idiot Doom Spiral has finally achieved something remarkable.
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Of course you're going to distance yourself from your misdeeds -- the lying, the conning, the exploitation...
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Maybe... But we still have a long way to go -- your net worth is nothing if you factor in the tax!
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- An Apocalypse Cop? No. You're a hustler -- and you've got a long way to go. Your net worth is still nothing if you factor in the tax!
- Spoken like a true hustler. We have a long way to go -- your net worth is still nothing if you factor in the tax!
- Maybe... But we still have a long way to go -- your net worth is nothing if you factor in the tax!
- Beauty doesn't cut it. We have a long way to go -- your net worth is still nothing if you factor in the tax!
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An Apocalypse Cop? No. You're a hustler -- and you've got a long way to go. Your net worth is still nothing if you factor in the tax!
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Spoken like a true hustler. We have a long way to go -- your net worth is still nothing if you factor in the tax!
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Beauty doesn't cut it. We have a long way to go -- your net worth is still nothing if you factor in the tax!
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Somewhere in a hospital bed the lieutenant turns onto his side, feverish and exhausted...
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Your mind is silent, just like the roundabout under the sodium lights.
Your mind is silent, just like the roundabout in the falling rain.
Your mind is silent, just like the roundabout in the falling snow.
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He nods in woeful agreement then closes his eyes for half a beat. When he opens them, it's clear he has something to say to you...
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An apricot sceptre shines party-bright across the monument. Glitter balls dangle like severed heads below the eternal king of disco. It is unmistakably a vision of you in your prime -- a killer on the performance floor, icon for all.
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"Doesn't feel right to party now, does it?" The lieutenant solemnly looks toward the plaza, then turns to you. "Are you at least happy with it?"
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Putting on a brave face and partying as hard as possible is the best way to get through tough times.
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Happy isn't the word. You can be satisfied with a job well done. But the current mood doesn't invite any analogues to joy.
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Not bad, not bad. It's just lacking some objets de destruction. Needs a ciggy or a half-drunk bottle. In fact, so do you.
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He nods in respectful agreement then closes his eyes for half a beat. When he opens them, it's clear he has something to say to you...
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Your eyes glide over the horse, over its patina green coat. Something about the mount's sad animal-eyes makes you pause...
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The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, under the brilliant sun.
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The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, under the sodium lights.
The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, in the falling rain.
The thought rings hollow in your silent mind. It's even quieter on the roundabout, in the falling snow.
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- A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair... she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.
- Somewhere in a hospital bed the lieutenant turns onto his side, feverish and exhausted...
- One of the lights flickers and abandons a part of the bronze figure to the murk, if only for a second...
- You can feel the lieutenant's stillness next to you...
- Continue
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One of the lights flickers and abandons a part of the bronze figure to the murk, if only for a second...
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King Filippe III, the Squanderer, the Greatest of the Filippian Kings of Revachol, agrees.