The Universal remedy

I have no pride or any sort of prize on my head and nor am I adamant for the sake of being such. Obstinacy can cripple me, it will be my death and fuck those who trespass my humbled solace!!!!!!!

I am not bitter anymore, mind you. In fact, it got all seeped down in my subliminal shit. And there it may either rot or God forbid, foster itself into a well-reared foibles that may inhabit the rebellious streak of my hideous ego (thank you Freud and all the Psychoanalytic freaks for the guidance). And therefore maim my high bred consciouness to little mutilated fragments of poor Djai……

So you may congratulate yourself for shedding me even a speck of doom and for hurling my fat ass back to realization that people like you INDEED exists. I thought I’d forever gone sabbatical in the ouch-ouch affair.

Panacea? Try Tom Wolfe, it may cure the e-i syndrome. Avoid the sellout lynch.

Boohoo.

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