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Re: of my current predicament
in all fairness to you dear comrades, i do not believe i have been honest.
whatever my cognitive machinery has produced of this hints towards an open invitation a few years back for an exercise in an animalistic group sex behavior. i am certain it had to do with this establishment called "kokomo", and a fair amount of a finnish product called jaloviina, which, my dear comrades, translates roughly to "noble booze". it is a creative combination of vodka and cognac - whatever you obtain from the slimy deep pits of the barrels mixed together.
whatever followed this crude and strange affair is beyond this discussion. i remain unconvinced: is this yet another case of my internal chief executive officer attempting to make sense of the ongoing randomness of life, finding patterns where such do not exist, and manufacturing fractures in the cosmic loaf of bread that is time and space? it could very well be so: not all correlation is causation, and sometimes my supervision can be creative and unreliable, especially when dealing with such events.
dear comrades, whatever next.
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"Oh, wretched race of a day, children of chance and misery, why do ye compel me to say to you what it were most expedient for you not to hear? What is best of all is for ever beyond your reach: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. The second best for you, however, is soon to die". Silenus, tutor to Dionysos, speaking to King Midas.
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