I am so full of shit.
Aim low. Feel nothing. Such is the mantra of a slow turner. Incorrigibility is a sin like a peroxide blonde is a sloth.
Know nothing. Admit nothing.
Fear everything.
This is a world where Pangloss' theory of all is for the best satisfies no quota... no, make no foolish mistake: this world will bite you at every turn and make you wish you were dead. But alas, it is in that very satisfaction of demise that one must take comfort. Maybe Mishima wasn't so off mark. Maybe Feudalism is the new black and Vogue didn't tell us. Well, cuz I gotta close 'em with poetics of the high order: Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke. The Cayman Islands' mascot is a turtle.
Yours isn't.
You feel nothing.
You feel less than nothing.
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