Re: the bitter end


boots wrote:
It has come upon me today to realize that I neither speak nor read nor
write English. I am, for lack of a better term, mad.

Upon this realization my first impulse was to assume the foetal
position and... what? There is no succor to be had there. The snow
continues to fall. The hard-drive of my computer continues, for now,
spinning.

Shall I make excuses to myself, to claim that others likewise merely
spit forth strings of words which happen to express something
resembling thoughts? No, that is another avenue that leads nowhere.

Perhaps now, knowing that in all my honesty I am nothing more than a
sham, an illusory human, something contained in a shell that passes
for a human body, finally I may be prepared to write.

To what end?

--

Just strip down to your shorts (or more) and go roll in the snow.
Works for the Finns. Shakes them right out of their funk.

Mind you, they have saunas for afterword. Well, just turn up the heat
and do your best.

Oh, and get some birch branches to whip yourself with.

After that, a fifth of Vodka and you should be as right a rain in the
morning.

Or dead.

Glad I could help.

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