Adornments Drown the Foolish


What more could you ask if the world were yours? Believe not and see not that you possess it, that it is in your hands; how dare you ask for adornments if you are draped in finery? Weighing more than the world you peddled, slump your body into and over a chair somnolent from the expedition from your bed to your throne. Wave your hands and command your counters to do your will as you collapse in on yourself. Adornments come at a lofty price, the world comes at a hefty price, and you my dear are worthless.

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