The Capitalist is quite impressed with that hone of genius, displayed by the living. He/SHE waits until your next "inspiration", then scurries away, outside your shadow, as to bottle up the Spiritus, as if those numbers of dead eyes could ever truly prove a patent, the very mark of "such an act"~
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