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Sax, if you don't explain this, I'm going to come round to your house and make your life unbearably mundane. I'm going to make all your furniture look new and shiny, and I'm going to keep the place pathologically tidy until you go mad. Every day at the office you will be confronted with perfectly executed work, and all the stories you read will be relentlessly newsworthy in a dull yet necessary way. I will bribe everyone you encounter to discuss incidents you already know about, films you have already talked about, and music you heard some time ago. Nothing new or even unusual will ever, ever enter your life again. I will keep it up until the sheer texturelessness of your life reaches a point where it is almost, but not quite, abnormal.
All this I will do before I get serious about revenge. Do you understand me? That will not even be the beginning.
I have Mars in Scorpio, Sax. Do not trifle with me unless you have a lot of figurative custard. |
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