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Woe unto those who seek endless praise, for you are a rapacious many.

In your perpetually provocative and elongated quest for more attention, more applause, more devotion, more, more more!

I dangle, forever stuck in your gluey labyrinth of plot.

Me, a nameless fly, spinning in torment, thrashing endlessly to escape your clutches of gluttonous ego. Becoming ever more entangled with each desperate attempt to free myself.

Deeper and deeper I fall into your syrupy tangled web.

You, haunched in joy, fat and proud, though never satisfied. Your dark empty cavernous pit will remain forever lonely and may it never fill.

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