Dead, or, at best, MIA. She was last seen limping off into the foothills licking her wounds and muttering about "rat bastards" and "fuckin' bipeds". Those of you who are seeking her are barking up the wrong dog.
Seriously...
Illness and life have worked some mojo on me. Am I whipped? Far from it - I'm just not interested in fighting anymore. Let the asshats have at it - they're happier that way, and - mebbe - so am I.
We all struggle so hard with life, don't we? When you get right down to it, all you need is a warm, dry, safe place to sleep and take a shit, and something to eat every day. The rest is gravy, and - sooner or later - you discover that all of that struggling you were doing was, always, with yourself.
...and I think that's where I'm at right now. The important things are taken care of, and I don't care to change anyone or anything about the world in any way, unh-uh, not at all. I don't want to be understood, and I don't need to understand anyone. The world and everyone in it has been fucked-up for a long, looong time, and I can accept that. Everything comes home eventually, yanno? Everyone finds their own way; even me.
Even you.
Right now, I'm going to make a pot of tea. While it's steeping, I'm gonna get into my nightie. I'm gonna drink hot, sweet, milky tea, listen to Jean Luc Ponte, and not think about much of anything at all, not a thing.
G'night, ya wankers - twist on...
Ivana Denisovich
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