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Tuesday, December 9, 2025

A tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing

You don't know about existential despair?

I have a major existential crisis once every 21 years. And minor one's, once every 12 months. So I do know yes.

These occurrences are written into our blueprints at birth unfortunately.

This planet is the biggest lunatic asylum in the universe. Do you know that?

Who said that?

Me, just now.

No. What you said, that the Earth is the largest lunatic asylum in the universe. I think it was a quote. Wolfgang somebody or other?

Perhaps.

At this point, it is almost entirely too late to return. We shall get our comeuppance. 

Yes my darling, but that may be the lesser of the grief we may have to endure.

Show your emotion, and show something else too, incase you disappear beneath the large Oak tree. 

Oh yes! We must look our best as we are dragged before the lions!

We can handle this best, by not looking into the mirror. Staying focused. Look ahead only, not backwards or sidewards, and certainly not into the mrror, as that is where we shall fall, gazing upon our reflections, like Narcissus before he fell into the lake and drowned.

It doesn't matter where we go, or how we get there. There will certainly be a roller coaster on the horizon. 

Or a Merry -go- round.

I prefer the roller coaster, merry- go- rounds are so boring. Repetitive.

I can't be sure who the living are anymore. When the entire world seems out to harm you. Who do you trust?

 People come and go, but it is only you who is here to stay. So you trust yourself.

Plain, honest words, are usually unavailable in the moment. But I hear them.

I really would prefer to forget, forget all of this, but that requires the magic of rage.

And so there is no forgetting, because there is no rage.

Wait! So rage is the key here darling... Think about the things Dr Jimmy has allegedly done, he must have been enraged to use such brutal force. So he doesn't remember what he's done?

Oh, he remembers what he's done alright. He would choose to forget, but the psyche isn't so kind. The restless mind is a tortured mind. He suffers with every breath.

Especially now he knows his secret really isn't a secret any longer.

He will be drinking from the bottle of Asphodel Meadow's.

That implies he's no longer with us?

Oh, he's with us.











A tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing

You don't know about existential despair? I have a major existential crisis once every 21 years.  And minor one's, once every 12 mon...