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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Thursday, April 18, 2002

NOT WHOLLY DEVOID OF PROPHECY AND ORACLES:

Of Fate or Fortune:

“I am broken in spirit,” quoth the Soothsayer. “I refuse to divulge the wretched tribulations which await you, within the demented nightmare that has been unjustly prophesied.” She gently folds her hands, as a single steaming tear escapes the aged confines of her knowing face. “You will be brave without cause, foolhardy in all things, a master of no man, a friend of no woman, and always this foreboding disaster will torment you.”

“It will descend upon you, without warning or sign; it will be ever in your thoughts, although it can never be perceived; and it will stalk you as the relentless beast, a spectre within your mind, which I willing withhold from you; until that fateful day, when you will suspect it all at once to be upon you – only then will you realize, that which you had most feared, all the long days of your life, is nothing but a speck, within the overwhelming eye of the inconceivable truth.”

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Thus spake Blogger Valhenstrogg:

Having never fully mastered the signs and symbols of occult divination, I have oft been left without the means to distract and terrify myself at the dismal prospect of receiving a most overwhelmingly unfavourable fortune, while searching for some vain hope of meaning, within this apathetic universe.

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