My Dear Peasants,
You've hit the jackpot!
These 777 twats, logged over years, were a royal act of defiance against algorithm-casinos and the soul-crushing mediocrity they perpetuate.
In a content-crazy world, here be contentment.
⎈ Your Loving Sovereign
Randomness is a misnomer.
Synchronicities are divine dispatches.
Or... devilish deceptions.
Both have their fingers on the dials of your reality.
Cultivate discernment and prosper.
Or not—and perish.
[Guy goes to a bar, orders Jack Daniels. Old-timer starts pouring him Johnny Walker.]
patron: that's not what I—
bartender: jack don't play no more, sonny. he quit the game.
patron: he did? why?
bartender: found his jill