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Easy, patriot.
Did you read it?
Now erase what you just wrote.
and chew on a spike of ergot.
Sobriety is realizing,
, that the moods around you are not you.
Yeah, thanks to Herman Hesse in a free paraphrase.
sobriety is not about alcohol at all.
You're just in a narrow radius of exposure to one of the concentrations of interest.

Where am I gonna get that wheat? It's winter.
I once slept sweetly right under a hive of wild giant wasps,
they were my friends,
and we had no conflict,
until a clan of beekeepers came to drown them,
for allegedly committing the murder of their own,
barely walking, barely flying and small half dead bees.
I guess those beekeepers just weren't feeding them well.

You didn't protect your friends from being massacred.
Yeah, you call that a sin? It is, padre.
But we had a bad reputation.
And those beekeepers' bees probably died without the help of my wild wasps.
And I regret it to this day.

I had a huge hayloft and a huge under-roof very well-made hive.
A beekeeper got under the roof and dragged it away in a sheet to drown them all at once in a barrel.
I could have prevented it, but I didn't.

The radius of the Kremlin is not a village apiary.
Leave the devils to the devils, lest you be drowned again, along with you.
I deleted what I wrote first.
Good work. It's not almost heroic, but it's alive.
Don't touch this again,
until you've had champagne for the holiday.
A celebration that may not even come in my lifetime, I see.


Ouija board back to that day.
I won't let my wild wasps be killed. They weren't bothering anyone.
And the honeybees of those beekeepers were dying already on the rise,
Barely walking
and eating the pollen of my trees and flowers.
Well, my wild wood wasps only nailed a couple of them.
They just couldn't stand the sight of their sluggishness.

Deleted everything. I don't even remember what I was talking about.
It's the job of journalists to say that.
Why the hell are they so stupid?
I could articulate it, but I don't want to.

Friends, there's not a word about politics in this account
just about anything else.

Ouija, I need a time machine now.
I made a mistake in the past
We have to fix it.
Wasps I was so stupid, it's my fault.

What?
Are your half-baked store-bought bees being attacked by something?
Huge hornets from my hayloft? And you saw it?
I don't know anything.
No, you can't come in.