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Big Badness A dead CEO admonishes me to do what I love, which he can’t see me doing. I need only a clean place to lie around, to see a few decent things. You’re lucky if you have half of that, but which half. Also look up to see everything has gone a shade of purple which should only last a few minutes but goes on for an hour because of the clouds. And why is that, an equinox or its afterbirth staining everything some of the other words there are for purple. Go find them for me and keep maybe one for yourself, give them to me and invent more and I will acquire them, hand over the ones you were making and I will tell the world I invented them. They are mine (Lilac™, Violet™) and I will kill you to impress upon you that I can. ________________________________________ [...]