So I'm thinking about a new version of the Faust story à la 'Bedazzled' but without a denouement. 'Bedraggled,' it will be called. Republicans have me wondering what's it's like to sell your soul and it was worth so little, because the market is flooded, that there's no real drama and then it just drags on fucking forever. And you crave anything -- glorious victory and world domination or some cesspool of sex and money and gluttony and having servants fawn your ass OR even total failure and a great car crash kind of ending with you as the car or at least in it but with the drama you're due and entitled to because you thought it was an act of consequence to sell your soul and it turns out it was nothing. You were totally inconsequential. I mean, look around you. The market is flooded! What did you expect? You sold your soul and got nothing but a massive heap of ennui. Congratulations, you fucking idiot, and let it be a lesson, to someone, since it's too late for you now, you loser.
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