I cease to feel melancholy ages ago. I wish I could be more sympathetic. Caustic vibes more acidic than cider to give you acute gastritis--that's what I'm churning. It sickens myself.
Voltaire's got tonnes of spit at the back of his throat for sticklers of a rigid system be it religion or philosophy or social. Can't believe I found his recklessly anti-religion collection "Candide" in the national library in medieval-looking cloth binding looking like a Holy Bible (that tickles me). how how how ironic. we need this brilliant mind to educate us on the source of racism, ethnocentricism, sexism, religionism blah blah, and to challenge blind following in doctrines.
He rejuvenated my blunt mind and pulls me back from that cliff of oblivion!!!
but still there's a sick taste in my mouth, the fear lays bricks on the breath. i'm wasting life waiting