Who among you has not shaken fate’s steely hand? Its cold dry, grip will haunt your thoughts, making them dreary. The comedy of its uncaring hardness is known only to a privileged few: the underclassed intelligentsia. The fate-injected life is filled with vacant control, and blank minds skip happily under its carefree caress.
The fate-purged life requires a rock to anchor it against the battling breezes. A particle in the air will not satisfy the fate-purged life. It must bond with its disgusted opposite, who seeks to deify and hypnotize with willful wakefulness.
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