I believe that the vast gyros of celestial justice turn very slowly indeed. I believe it is this very indolence of theirs which makes it look for all the world as if you can think, say, and do what you do without reproach. But they tumble onwards even as I write this, gradually calculating your fate in the dark solitudes beyond human gaze, implacably arranging the universe for your final scenes of exquisitely painful gory mayhem, caught eternally in the blinding silver flurry of an industrial threshing machine with a full tank of fuel and newly sharpened blades.
Is it normal that I fantasize about my ex girlfriends daughter?
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I believe that the vast gyros of celestial justice turn very slowly indeed. I believe it is this very indolence of theirs which makes it look for all the world as if you can think, say, and do what you do without reproach. But they tumble onwards even as I write this, gradually calculating your fate in the dark solitudes beyond human gaze, implacably arranging the universe for your final scenes of exquisitely painful gory mayhem, caught eternally in the blinding silver flurry of an industrial threshing machine with a full tank of fuel and newly sharpened blades.
And even this is too good for you.