You can say whatever you like on blogger because nobody gives a shit.
I could spell this out more explicitly, work in the whole history of shits-not-given, here and elsewhere, the outlets aborted, pre-silenced, but let's not be too explicit, in case someone pretends to give a shit for just a brief number of moments and happens upon this bullshit.
So let's not be too explicit, right?
How did Russell completely lose the capacity to cope with relatively simple matters, with issues he's fairly well dealt with in the past?
What we were *told* was that things like this get easier as one gets older, but in Russell's case, he is rapidly losing ground, losing foundational abilities, character qualities.
Even his typing seems to have gotten worse.
Oh, what wonders, what mysteries.
Suspicions are of the chemical variety, prescriptions, but hey, let's be a good company man and continue towing the line so granted to us.
Let's leave with an inspiring quote, right? Russell feels a kinship to these lines, they seem to encompass so much of him and his earthly experience.
It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?
And it just goes on and on, because Russell resisted the urges, The Urge, today as with every day.
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