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In this world, everything exists. Anything can happen at any moment. And everything does happen, all the time.

I am, but what?
Call me a consequence of entropy, the necessary anomaly. I am the something indeterminate. I am the something from nothing. Antinomy, antonymy, alias and alien. I make my own rules, I break my own rules; and everyone else's too.

I am, but who? Call me what you will. Catch me if you can.


(It sounds difficut, dishonest, and more than a little cheap.
But when it works? It can be nothing short of goddamned magical.)

Make your money with a power ply. Make your money with a buyout bribe.
Make it lie — as long as you mean it.
Make your enemies, make your moves. Make your critics fumble through.
Make it smart and make it schmooze. Make it look easy.

Did I make your soul flip once, make your bones crack, make your heart skip? Thump thump. Did you think you helped me out as we were holding out, fighting for things we cared about? I traveled time for you. I thought out loud to you. Do you remember how? Do you?

You won't make that peace with yourself; but
just face that there's nothing more other than one to another.

Sometimes it brings you down, sometimes it eats you up,
sometimes you think that your head's going to blow. It doesn't get better.

We ride a ghost ship. It's not a pretty ship. It's got metal lips and metal hands, welded together by a chemical fire. I know you're sick and tired. Wake up, child. You know it's going to hunt you down. This is going to haunt you.

Your life I will steal, and descend with it into the pit.
I'm addictive.

Anything that happens,
happens.
Anthing that, in happening, causes something else to happen,
causes something else to happen.
Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again,
happens again.

It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order, though.

Natheless
he so endured
'till on the beach of that inflaméd sea
he stood and called his legions.

He called so loud
that all the hollow deep of hell
resounded.

And what I can do for you,
there's no one else on god's green earth can do.
Just ask anybody, they'll tell you that it's true,
that no one else on earth can do the things that I can do for you.

What is it like, working for a well-dressed lunatic who pays you triple what anyone else would pay you to forget your better judgment?

What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?

I'll never know.

Do not imagine that you will save yourself, however completely you surrender to me.

No one who has once gone astray is ever spared. What happens to you here is for ever. Understand that in advance. I shall crush you down to the point from which there is no coming back. Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity.

You will be hollow. I shall squeeze you empty, and then I shall fill you with myself.

In the end, you are exactly—what you are.
Put on a wig with a million curls,
put the highest heeled boots on your feet,
yet you remain in the end just what you are.

Burn me this bridge, build me the fire,
put something in my empty hands.
Fill me with light, fear me tonight;
I figured that you would understand.

Sing in my head, omnipotent,
circling momentum round and round
quenching my thirst, first for my thoughts,
second to fill my silent mouth.

Mostly harmless.