A Dot IN the "i"
(Another Malediction, "an invocation of evil", another self-addressed Fatwa)
I know how now.
I never had the money anyway, but I was always a big spender, and everybody makes good bucks on me. That's why I can't count on being killed, unless I really push my luck.
I am going to buy a gun and self-administer the best medicine there is, it works better than heroin even: a bullet in the eye, in front of the United Scum of the World in the Hague.
It will the final dot on the "i".
Capital I is a public spectacle of pathetic embarrasment anyway. I was banned from visiting the Bouman premises accross my building in the beautiful wijk of Rijnhaven where I SEE (some) real people when others only see junkies. Apparently, I'm too bad an influence on them.
But I tell you, without you, my brothers and sisters: Pablo of Portugal, Solomon of Libya, Freak of the Netherlands, and even Sultana of Marocco, I would have been dead already. They have been there for me when I didn't care anymore of remembering all the people that do care about me, who are somewhere else.
Not to say anything against the others I know there, I (have) learn(ed) something from them all.
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