That really your kind of crowd? These effete psychos who want to relive the seedier aspects of the Roman empire?
These are the kind of folks who own tropical islands. Hell, some of them run banana republics for fun. They want a spectacle, I can fill the bill.
Ah yes. Dictators, inbred nobility and other megalomaniacs. Swell friends you got there.
It's a living.
Stichwörter: roman-empire
Your father had other plans for you. Alas, his breakdown and untimely demise derailed everything he'd worked to accomplish. He would not approve of your quixotic pursuit of Imogene. She became embroiled in his vendetta with the forces of darkness, as it were. No sense following her into oblivion."
Conrad said, "You talk a lot for a guy on oxygen.
Stichwörter: verbosity concision
Money was a problem. Money was always a problem no matter how many bones he crushed or how much blood he let or dues he paid. The fucking rent was always due.
Laird BarronStichwörter: finances
Conrad might be on his way to achieving godhead and wouldn't that be a kick in the ass?
Laird BarronStichwörter: godhead
When I was six, I discovered a terrible truth: I was the only human being on the planet. I was the seed and the sower and I made myself several seconds from the event horizon at the end of time - at the x before time began. Indeed, there were six billion other carbon-based sapient life forms moiling in the earth, but none of them were the real McCoy. I'm the real McCoy. The rest? Cardboard props, marionettes, grist for the mill. After I made me, I broke the mold under my heel.
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