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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which I recall some older days, and mental tiredness due to a game I am ambivalent about

Good morning, friend! I wish you, of course, a wonderful Tuesday. How are you? And how have you been? How is the weather? Here it has been not as hot as in late march, I think we are indeed approaching the height of Fall and the gates of Winter, but also, not as coherent as it can be, in the beautiful greys of June and July. As for me, I am... Okay? I did have a messy couple of months, when I think about it, as I described to my dietitian yesterday. I think some therapy could do me good? I certainly miss it. I of course can't return now due to the lack of funds, but it is not as urgent, either, given I am stable as long as I have my medicine for mental regulation of the humors. Right now I am just tired, guess a reason to write today's post, I was not planning to write as much in the beginning of today. I am mentally exhausted. It is how I feel after every match of Victoria 3, which is a game that it is haed for me to say if I actually love it, or just play compulsively. Defini...
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Joey and the Barbershop Incident, Part 1

Hello everyone! So I just finished, on Microsoft Word, my new Story, Joey and the barbershop incident, featuring Joey, again, and my friend Bjarke, as Bjarksen. I will post the whole story today, I hope you may not dislike it, let us see how it goes! Later on, hopefully this month even, I will comment on the story and hopefully things will be fine. Well, here's part 1.



Joey needed a haircut, and to have his beard shaved, that was a fact, one that he could not fight against, he saw his image in the mirror, his puffy hair and puffy beard, made him resemble Commodus, ancient Caesar of Rome. This was not a wonderful view, as this was the same who brought ruin to a weakened empire. Weeks and weeks have passed, even months, and even if this fact was present, he postponed it. No longer. Picking up his goggles, proper hat and driving his steam carriage, he went to have his life fixed.
It was something meaningful, a new era for him, one where the suffering of the past would be forgotten. Arriving at the barbershop, he patiently waited his time to be treated. Fortunately not many people had the same issues or ideas as he had that day, so the awaiting line was short and swift, one of the barbers called his name, he went to his special chair, seems right, seems regular, trivial. The man is an artist of his trade, reducing Joey’s hair only in size, taking off its volume. The beard was next, of course this was a delicate part. With the appropriate material, the hairdresser got a hot towel and applied into Joey’s face, and his eyes were closed.
The man did his job as Joey thought what series of events had led to that moment, fights and words of violence, depression and fear of the future, tiredness. Something slipped through his fingers, but now he was grabbing everything back, starting from his hairstyle.
His face was then uncovered, and the barber did his job, silently and diligently. When he finally opened his eyes again, though, there was something wrong. 

Part 2 of the story is found here.
Part 3 is found HERE!
Part 4 is found hereeee
I ADVISE YOU TO KEEP THIS TAB OPENED AND GO CLICKING ON THE TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE PUT, FOR A FASTER READING.
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