Hello everyone, here we are together again, delving into what the powers that ought not to be I've been up to again this week.

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My fury is just, I think it's just organic.

It's come from within, not from without.

So there you go.

I'm just rolling with it.

As the world feels crazier and crazier,

as if it's whatever, spinning faster and faster or hurtling ever onwards through infinity,

and less and less making any sense at all.

I don't know if that's contributing to my demeanour, but if you feel this way, as I do,

I feel it particularly acutely today, then I'll tell you about my method for coping with what

might otherwise feel like twisted madness. It seems to me, it seems to me that we've been

hustled, tricked and bullied through the looking glass into the

topsy-turvy world imagined by Lewis Carroll, what, 150 odd years ago. Here's what I do now.

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