We’re all, holding out, for an, ideal, that perfect love (that still does NOT, exist), that perfectly fitting job (yeah, uh, right!), etc., etc., etc.
Because, we were, way too, stubborn to believe, that life don’t work according to all our wishes (it’s not like we can rub that lamp, then, a GENIE pops out, and grants us everything we’d ever, dreamed of). Yet, we became, way too, stubborn, persisting on, holding out, for an, ideal, of what life SHOULD be, when it isn’t, and we drifted, way, way, WAY, too far from our own, god damn, realities, and, when we finally get that “knock” on the door, we’d become, millions and billions, of lightyears away, from where we need to, and ought to be, in our, lives!
and, all it took, was, that, “poke”, then everything, B-R-E-A-K-S!!! Photo from online
Holding out, for an, ideal, this is, quite, dangerous, because, what’s ideal is what we all want (temptation calling???), and yet, it’s, beyond our, reach (otherwise, it would NOT be called an “ideal”???), but we, still, stubbornly believe, that hey, we can, reach whatever farfetched dreams we have (being the first astronaut to travel to all the planets in the Milky Way, yada, yada, yada, yada!), and in the very end, we are still, too, grounded by our, separate realities, which consisted of, those bills, piling up the kitchen counter, taking over our lives, dishes in the sink, laundry overflowing the baskets, trash everywhere.
Family reunions are always, a total, BITCH, but hey, we can’t, avoid it, no matter what! So yeah, we put on that painted on smile, pretend to greet each other nicely, with our fingers crossed, that this SHIT will be, over soon! Translated…
I’d never liked the New Years.
In my childhood, there’s, the thick scent of the New Year, from buying up the foods, heading home for the New Year’s Eve meal gatherings, getting the red envelopes, staying up all night to ring in the new year, the firecrackers sounding off, to getting in our new clothes, going to wish everybody we meet a happy new year, the whole family got really into it. After all we have the foods, the families, relatives, and friends visiting, the kids got their young playmates, with the red envelopes received, no school, no homework, we got to play for many days on end, everybody was happy then.
And, in that mood of celebration, I’d always felt, lethargic, unenthusiastic about everything, I seemed like a killjoy.
Before my childhood ended, I already noted, that the more we comply with the social norms, the more we are able to, get overly critical of those whom we eat our New Year’s Eve meals with. If we don’t have the money, or the status, so long as we have thick enough skins, we can, turn the prodding into how we cared too much, and turned the criticisms of one another into our cares and concerns for each other. I’d known, since the very start of it all, that I would never make the A-list of good wonderful, children, couldn’t turn in the shiny grade sheets of academia, graduation, employment, marriage, having children, it was during this time of year, that I’d, for the very first time, of how I’d become, the oddest, duck!
Many years later, I’d looked back again, those photos of us sitting for the photo ops at the photo studios, the pictures of the trips we took, the family photo of the New Year’s Eve meals, it seemed, so perfect, but, the smiles can be painted on, the words of well-wishes, we can rehearse ourselves to say to each other, seeing is, NEVER, believing. As I grew old, I’d started, growing the perspective of that, outsider. From my youth to after I was wed, the locations of the New Year’s Eve meals ept changing, and most of the times, I’d, carried a huge book, sitting on the edge of that table; as I couldn’t, get out of it, I shall, sit quiet, and just, watch, listen, and feel.
photo from online
The fishes, the meats served on the tables, the drinks, most fitting to exchanges the goings on of all of, our lives of late. I’d heard those who made the highest grades, who made the most sales, who made the most of wages, gloat, their tones are, firm and, proud, like they can’t wait to tell the rest of the world. I’d heard the sounds of chairs moving, the men sitting, waiting for the women, to serve dish after dish after dish, the elders waited for the daughters-in-law to add more wine to their glasses, to put more foods on their, plates, the infants waiting for mommies or older female siblings to coo with them, to feed them, those who busied themselves are always women, the last to sit down to eat, the first to get up to clean up, all, women.
I’d also heard the chinaware, clinking loud, also, the hearts of people, silently, knocked against one another. Some gulfed down the foods fast, some, used the spare times to gossip, some lectured incessantly, some, evasive in answering and asking. Some laughing loud, some, forcing that smile on, some talked really loud of their successes, others, sitting on pins and needles. If there’s a year, that I can, not be used as that, target, I would be, too grateful, that this year would be, good.
Rationally, I understand, that no matter how good I do for myself, how I’d made up my life to perfect, under that microscope, there would be, the barely visible blemishes that’s shown up, that I will, NEVER live up to others’ expectations of me. I also can understand, that the elders, and all the families are scattered all over the places, and this is the one and only occasion that we get to, gather up as a big family to share the time. Problem being, year after year, I’d heard the waves getting turned over, over, over and over underneath the, surfaces, we all put on our predispositions, with the war paint on our faces, get on the battlefield of that supper table, safest is the topics that won’t cause any ripples, attacking before we were attacked, the best of tactics. The meanings of the New Years became an excuse of forced gathering to get emotionally blackmailed. The process of socialization, taught us to force ourselves to act courteous, to find our own ways of surviving, in the visible and invisible cannons that’s flying all over the places.
As I’d found, that there are, those who started panicking around New Year’s around me, I’d let out, that sigh of, huge, relief, and felt sad too. New Year is no longer a happy occasion, but a, worst experience of the entire, year, we’d come into the meals with a whole year’s worth of fatigue, then, we’d, carried the exact same load, with the extra add-ons on our ways out, and, made that date for the, next year, until we are, finally, separated by death. Then, just like that, the old wounds were never healed, the new ones came too quick, and, there’s, that nasty scent, and taste of interacting with the families, and we drift farther, farther away, from each other, and, only when we take that group photo, we looked, happy.
the photo of the family! And, how many of these do you think actually feel “happy”??? Photo from online
How regrettable, from the weakness of human nature, we blurred out the focuses of things so easily. The meanings of the New Year, is it get the table with the family connecting, with the grand dishes prepared and served, that happiness that showed from the family photos, or, is it a reminder, of how family should be a safe harbor, that all who get into this circle is, welcomed? Deep down, I’m sure, that we all wish, that nobody needs to put on the masks here, to protect ourselves, that everybody can, feel, relaxed, to just share a good conversations, to listen to one another.
Actually, those who feared going home the most, are the ones who needed to come home, the most.
And so, this is how these New Year’s Eve family meal gatherings are imposing to us all, I mean, why the @#$% would we, want to sit around with those whom we called “family”, put on that smiling face, to pretend that we are enjoying ourselves? Oh yeah, because that’s our OBLIGATIONS, and, thankfully, this was only for this ONE time a year, through a span of, no more than, a whole week, and we still got the rest of the fifty-one-weeks of the year, to feel relaxed, until we get, wound up again, and that, is from the impositions of families on us as individuals, on these, celebratory occasions!
Now, we get the “show” of TWELVE ANGRY MEN (or however there may be on the juries here???) in reality here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The system of trial by jury had formally begin, and, for the first three years, the cases of intentional crime causing death, like murder, vehicular manslaughter, assault causing death, and other crimes, will be decided by three court justices, plus six jurors. And, these cases are now, questioned for the righteousness of the judgments.
In the cases where the jurors are called, the courts needed to randomly pick out the members of the jury. The selection proceedings, would be hosted by the court judges, and the district attorneys, along with the defense attorney will take turns, and asking questions on the prospect jurors, to get rid of those individuals with an already, formed opinion. The district attorneys, the defendant, and the defense attorney all had four without-reason means to eliminate the jurors, plus the process of selection isn’t open to the public, how can it be certain, that the justified, the correct jurors got selected, and, this can only come, after the system of trial by jury begins.
What’s more troubling is, that although the court justice will tell the jurors not to discuss the specifics of the cases they’re presiding over, that if there’d been found to be disclosures, then, the jurors would be facing a six-months sentence or less, but, it would be next to impossible, for the jurors to find the specifics of the cases from online, or the related reports, the information on the defendants, to the point of, discussing the cases with the public on their opinions of the cases. And, as this is expected to happen, it will, not jut cause the pressures on the jurors, but also, it would, impact the fairness of the trials, and these are, some challenges that this system of trial by jury will be facing.
what we will, be, looking at during the trials now! From the play, off of YouTube
And so, all of these issues, the justice system failed to consider, before it’d, implemented the trial-by-jury system, and these are important considerations, I mean, how would you know, that the families of these jurors of these cases they’re going to rule on, won’t look up the details of the case, especially if the cases they’re sitting in are major scale, murders, or money laundering, or others?
So, it’s going to take a long period of adjustment for the system of trial by jury, to finally, fall onto, the right tracks, and, those who’d committed the crimes, during this, first few months to first few years, can’t expect a fair case for them, as they’re, the newest “lab rats”, used to test this, new system!
In hopes, that somehow, this can, help reduce the number of cases! This DDP government is still, WAY too ideal, but nowhere NEAR real, in this matter too, from the Front Page Sections, translated…
There’d been many cases of child sexual assault cases, the National Human Rights Committee announced the systematic data collection of the systems of reporting these things nationally, Chen who’s the head of the Examination Department, and a chairperson of this committee stated, that the prevalence of child and teen assault cases recurring again, that this is the first time the Human Rights Agency started up the national’s reporting systems, hoping to lower the number of these cases. The member of the committee, Chang told, that the preventative interviews would be of five hundred individuals, and the results of this research will come out by July of next year.
Chen stated, that based off of the reported cases of 7,787 rape in 2021, there were 4,520 underage minors who were victims, about fifty-eight-percent, more than half; the reports on the children’s rights found, that in the sexual assault cases in schools back in 2020, those from elementary school to high school age got up to 233 cases.
Chen said, the Human Rights Committee needed to try and figure out why these severe cases of child, adolescent sexual assaults are happening repeatedly, hoping to borrow the Australian government’s investigative means, to do the researches into the placement facilities of minors, and the sexual assaults occurring in the schools.
She’d told, that setting up the cases individually won’t get the whole picture of the problem with the systems, that the committee would focus on listening to the experiences of the victims, to find out the structural problems of what’s causing these sexual assaults, rapes in the minors, and work together with the government units to prevent the recurrences of these tragedies.
The member of the examination committee, Tien called the victims of child sexual assaults as “survivors”, she’d stated, that it would be nothing easy, for these victims to come out, that Australia had set up the funding of seven hundred million N.T.s and seven hundred employees to help achieve this, that Taiwan does NOT have this sort of resources, everything is hard at the beginning, but this must get started.
Chang pointed out, that the interview will start on the school level, the rape victims of the placement facilities first, the victims of the sex trade, even if the individuals are over eighteen, so long as they were assaulted as minors, they are all going to get interviewed, that the program will recruit the interviewees, and is planning on interviewing a hundred survivors face-to-face.
Yeah, this is a plan, that will, totally, NOT work, because who the FUCK that’s been raped, molested, abused sexually would be willing to, tell her/his stories to the public, to get SHAMED again, to RELIVE those traumas? Yeah, nobody, that’s who, besides, this sort of things are personal to those who’d weathered through it, and, for most of us, we just want to, put it all behind us, soon as we are through, dealing with the events of these, traumas of our, younger years, so yeah, this is still, too ideal, so, good luck, on getting enough “sample” for the “pool” there, DDP!
On how this, god DAMN, government still doesn’t give the people what WE the people are in need of, from the vaccines, now to the quick-scan kits! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The ability that’s the greatest in all politicians, is that they are able to, fool we the people, with the digits. Reason being, the numbers looked, solid enough, but there’s, the hidden “notes” that came to deciphering them. As all the people waited on hard, for the test strips, the president, Tsai called out to NOT hoard the materials, said that in May, the government will gain access to “a hundred million doses”, that we the people don’t need to panic at all, and that, is the game of numbers, in the mind games that the DDP is playing on we the people.
What got cheated first by the numbers was the, “time”. We are only, starting out in May, and the confirmed diagnoses per day exceeded over 40,000, which showed, how the government didn’t do enough of the preparation work, causing the unknown number of diagnoses to keep on hiking up. Think on it, with the rate that it’s currently going, even if a hundred million quick-scan kits arrive by end of May, by then, there would be over millions in the population who’d contracted the virus, wouldn’t it be, too late already?
this is what most of us would see!
This is like, how the rations of food allotted for next year, could NOT save the people who are currently starving in the now. The functions of the quick-scans is to allow the public to know if they’d contracted the virus sooner, that way, they can put themselves under the self-care management systems, and avoid passing the virus to their relatives, friends, and those who come into contact with them. And now, due to how ill-prepared the government had been, the pandemic had, spun, out of, control here; surely, the confirmed diagnoses started, “blooming out” like the flowers in springtime here, and, even if a hundred million doses of quick scan kits arrived, it’s, useless already. Like how the fish dying in a pond can be saved, by a scoop of water, and someone claimed, that s/he will, get the waters from the streams close by to save it. Is this, heartless, or, brainless?
The hundred millions testing kits, not only is it, way behind on the times, it’s also, an, exaggeration too. The company that manufactured these testing strips, was originally a small eatery, it’d used a capital of two million dollars N.T., to take in $1.6 billion N.T. order, and in the end, the company, due to its former accumulated debts, got choked to death, and, abandoned the manufacturing slips, and suddenly, the black hole of 17 million doses came unfilled. As for the rest of the manufacturers, nobody knows, if they’ll, fulfill the orders on time or not. Blankly stated, the hundred million sets of quick scan slips are nothing BUT, placebos, it’s the president’s, fooling herself, but it does, absolutely, NOTHING for we the people.
And so, this is, once again, the DDP’s, bullshitting the people, promising how there are going to be more doses of vaccines (well, they’re finally in, yay, government!), and now, as we run short on the slips, the government spoke: we will manufacture more, and it was exactly like how the masks were, we can only go to the pharmacies, with our national health insurance cards, to pick up the allotted amount (it was three masks per week then!), and now, the same SHITS are happening to the quick scan test strips too, because this government is too ill-prepared, with absolutely, NO foresight, and it still failed to learn from its, previous mistakes, and we’re, allowing these mother @#$%ERS, to run our lives to the ground?
These dreams, are like butterflies, caught in the nets, struggling, to break free! Dreams trapped by reality’s net, they will, NEVER, break free that’s for sure. For reality is what we’re, living in, we ain’t got no time for dreams, don’t you know???
Dreams trapped by reality’s net, you see them, struggling, fighting hard, to break the hold of reality’s, tightened grasps on them, and, maybe, one seemed to break free, but, wait a second, what is that again? Oh, the hands of reality that, SMACKED down, and, KILL that, buzzing, little, F-L-Y there.
and this, is what we all, became…
Dreams trapped by reality’s net, we are, all living like this, because, we got dreams, that we can’t, “exercise”, because the reality is pressing, mortgage, car payment, interests on our loans, etc., etc., etc., the cost of living, the cost of milk just hiked up, five cents from a week ago! Not mentioning how costly it gets, to buy them, toilet papers, or, tampons that we are needing there.
Dreams trapped in reality’s net, well, there’s, only, ONE end for these dreams, DEATH, but, these dreams they still, struggled on, foolishly, believing, that they just might (delusional is what this is!!!), break free…
Dreams will continue to get trapped in reality’s net, and, we are, those butterflies, fluttering our wings, as we get ourselves, CAUGHT, DEAD, in the black widow’s net, not knowing, that by struggling as hard as we are doing, it only, hastens our own, deaths.
The twists and turns of, fate, how this woman made the plans, but, fate stepped in, translated…
In a white lacy dress, with her hair straight, to shoulder-length, as she’d entered from the door, she’d sat down in front of me, stated, “Ms. I need a one-way airfare to London.”
In that era, when the e-ticket hadn’t been invented yet, the counter clerks of the travel agencies served the functions of the homepage of the travel agency websites, needed to have an assortment of skills, to understand all the knowledge there is, available to know, so we can, tailor to the needs of our, customers. And so, as she sat herself down, I was on the phone, with my fingers, tapping away on the keyboard, asked her to wait.
To keep my customers’ waiting not too bored, I’d, kept a cactus, which allowed my customers to look, to touch. She’d, looked upon the potted cactus with enthusiasm for a bit, started playing with that hanging décor on her Chanel bag.
Because the one-way airfares are more expensive, without the discounts, after I hung up the phones, I’d asked her why she’d only wanted a one-way airfare. She’d told me, “I’m marrying my fiancée in England, and won’t be returning back here anytime soon.” I’d flipped open her passport to book the flight for her, and glanced over at her date of birth, only twenty. I’d offered my blessings, “Congratulations!”, and this seemed to have gotten her enthusiastic in telling me her story.
Growing up in Hualien, she has indigenous ancestry, at the celebration of the tribe two years ago, she’d met her husband from England. He owns a textile mill, came to Taiwan, to understand the weaving methods, the artistic of the natives, and so, the elders of her tribe set up the visit, she, being the only one with a college education, tagged along as a translator. As her husband returned home, the two wrote to one another in letters, and fell madly in love. Two days ago, they were engaged, and readied themselves, for the return back to England.
“I liked calling him ‘daddy’, because he is older than my father.”, she’d smiled, and told me, “I didn’t care how others see him as! I love him, simply because he’d liked my identity, and loved my culture, and encouraged me to get into my favorite subject, history after we married, he’d made me feel free, to be, me!”
That feeling of being moved, and blessing filled up my heart then. I’d stopped what I was doing, and focused on listening to her, sharing her joys. Before she’d paid the fees, she’d left the visa, her passport, and her plane ticket, said in a musical tone, “let me know when the visa’s ready!”
Four days later, the visa was approved, but I’d, tried calling her the whole day, nobody answered. Seeing how the departure date was in three days, I’d waited on, anxiously. Two days passed, a man called me back, stated in his Chinese that wasn’t, fluent enough, “Vivian’s dead”. It was like thunder and lightning striking at the same time, hard for me to believe. The man continued, “after she’d left the travel agency, she’d gone on a cab, the driver ran a red light, and she’d, died on impact, they couldn’t, save her.”, then, the gentle sobbing came into my ears, my eyes turned red, and tears started coming, my hands, trembled, couldn’t make a word out. Don’t know how much longer it was, the man came back on, stated, “after the forty-nine days worth of offerings, I’ll come to get the visa.”
It was the year I was twenty-four, the very first time, I’d felt, how unpredictable, how short life can become, and I couldn’t, stop myself from crying.
A week later, the man showed up, looking really weakened. The travel agency decided to give a refund back. The man said thank you, asked me, “are you the last person she saw that day? How did she appear on that day? Happy?”
Returned back to how she’d looked that day, I’d told the man from my memories, that innocence of a young child, playing with the decoration, how focused she was, in observing the cactus I have on my desk, how her eyes filled with, joys, and hope, and also, expectations too………………
And so, this, is how unpredictable life can be, this woman made the plans for her life, and yet, fate stepped in, and took her life, and, there’s no right or wrong, it just, is, and, yet, the travel agency worker was able to, see her joys, and shared the woman’s moment of expectation, of dreams of her life in the future with her husband from England, and now, it all, ended, way, too soon…
It’s still all, a pay-as-you-go, with the younger generations of workers, paying into the accounts, to go into helping the elderly in the population, and as these younger generations are ready for retirement, the money’s, run, out! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
Starting last year, the birthrate in Taiwan is less than the number of deaths. Based off of the statistical measures conducted by the Offices of Internal Affairs, the average age of people is 81.3 years, with the male at 78.1 years, and females at 84.7 years, both were at record highs. The reductions in birth rate, the advances in medicine, causing the problem of the aging population, by 2026, there would be more than twenty-percent of the total population which is made up by elderly sixty-five and up, exceeding, and we’d, entered into the super elderly society.
Started back in 2017, Taiwan had started the “Long-Term Care 2.0 ten-year-plan”, other than expanding the original long-term care provisions, the breather programs, the homecare, a total of eight service provisions, it’s also added the Alzheimer’s care, the primary caretaker support, and pushed forth the community-oriented care programs; and, the increases in the contents of these had, helped the families, which is to be, commended.
We hope that in the future, the systems of long-term care will be more complete, and continual, and so, there’s this need to get to understand where the source of money comes from for the syst4ems. Based off of the fifteenth of the “Long-Term Care Regulations”: the central unit (the Department of Sanitation & Welfare) need to set aside a fund, to ensure the stability of the funds in the system. The fund’s sources may include: increases of inheritance taxes, the taxes of endowment, cigarette taxes; the government with enough in the budgets, the donations of health taxes from cigarette sales, the donated incomes, the interests from the various foundations, and other extra incomes.
And all of these funding, may be enough for now, but would it be a stable source, it’s still, worth our time to look into. Like the inheritance taxes, the cigarette taxes, the taxes on the endowments of assets, they will change with the economics of the society, less stable. If the long-term-care is fueled by taxes, then, the more ideal would be taxing the incomes.
If we don’t add in the extra long-term care tax in the income taxes, then, social insurances can also be a direction to consider. There’s a forced policy of social insurances, that can ensure the nonstop flow of funding. Comparing to the source of long-term care being funded by the taxes, it’s more fitting to the long-term need of the programs.
I’m not advising that the taxes get changed to social insurances in sum, but to provide the current provisions of long-term care to those who are not as economically well-to-do, as the basis for the citizens long-term care. As for the rest of the population, then, the social insurances programs can be, employed, with the people, the workplace, and government, paying for the insurances.
Naturally, as the insurance programs of long-term care provision gets implemented, there are still going to be the lacking. The members of the public who needed the more delicate cares, would have to buy the specialized insurance plans. The government should encourage the insurance agencies to add more long-term care insurances that of a business type, especially the pay-and-receive, that, is what the people needed most in their long-term care needs. The provisions of long-term care by the government, if some of it turns into the social security programs, I’m sure, it would elevate the awareness of the members of the public on the risks of long-term care, and, through the private insurance companies in long-term care. That way, government would have a lighter burden to shoulder.
So, this is on a program of combination of publicly funded and privatized insurance policy or elderly care provisions, and, it’s still, workable in theory, but, not in reality, because you’re asking the younger generations of workers, to pay into an account, that’s keeping the retired population now in good care, and, who’s to guarantee, that as this next generation of younger workers age, and became elderly, the money won’t run out? There’s no guarantees of it, and government funded social security program is pay-as-you-go, and that only means, that you will get cared for (we hope!), as you’d paid into your insurance programs right now, but there’s no guarantees of that there would be enough money WHEN you’re actually, ready, to retire, so this is still workable, only in theory, but NOWHERE near, realistic, it’s way too, ideal.
At a loss for words, is what this, policy of foreign language instruction will turn the children of today into tomorrow…not thinking it through, the government here! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The Tsai government called out, that we will be a dual-language country by 2030, and the executive yuan will set forth ten billion N.T. in budget in making this happen all the way to 2024, from the newly implementation of dual-language instructor in the school semester that started in September this year. But the scholars analyzed, there’s little to no drive for the country’s own instructors to get trained as foreign language instructors, while the Department of Education is throwing huge sums of money down, hiring the foreign born teachers to teach. But, the learning environment is different compared to that of U.S. and European nations, that the “Taiwanese mode” should get set up, for the program to have a longer lasting effect.
The common point of the dual-language education that the country set up is by hiring of foreign-born instructors to teach in the schools, starting this semester, the middle and elementary schools gets a total of 300 foreign instructors; with the added fifty classes of experimental education in dual-language per school, with a foreign instructor hired per class; while the community college levels, they’d selected a standard school, to get the foreign-born individuals to join the teaching staff.
The assistant dean of student affairs of N.T.U., professor of Education Department, Lin worked in the dual-language focus schools in Singapore before reminded, that the environment of learning here is different compared to that of Singapore, U.S., and Europe, that there should be a unique method to start off the education of English, that the country should NOT rely solely on the foreign born instructors, and, blindly, transplanting the experiences of Europe and U.S., otherwise, the programs would be, short-lived.
And this, is only, one of the, tiniest, “adverse” effects of globalization that’s found here in this country, the department of education finally realized, just how important for us to get onboard the “international train”, which is why they’re, now, implementing these policies of foreign instructors, without knowing and/or noting, that you HAVE to teach the children ONE language, and for the children to learn their mother tongues well enough FIRST, then you can, instruct them in a second language, while they’re implementing the foreign language instructions in the lower levels of elementary years, when the children hadn’t even mastered Chinese yet, uh yeah, that’ll, totally, BACKFIRE all right!
Dreams, they shot out of that, gun barrel, and, as they HIT reality, they, ricocheted, and, hit elsewhere, so far off, off the BULLS’ EYE!
Ricochet dreams, they, bounced off of reality, and, entered into our bodies, and, some of the bullet fragments, they shattered upon impact, and, they, got STUCK, on the trajectory path into and through our, bodies, and, those broken-off parts, they’d, stayed inside our bodies, and, they became, infected, causing us, high fevers, and at worst, we may, need, amputation, due to necrosis of the untreated wound!
what that, looked like
Ricochet dreams, there’s, NO way of preventing those, bullets that are, bound to, HIT from coming our ways, and all we can do is, duck for covers, as those bullets come flying, and yet, we’re, not hand-eye (body-eye) coordinated enough, and naturally, we all, got S-H-O-T…………
GSW (gunshot wound???) to the HEAD, STAT!!!
The “patient” shot by REALITY, just, FLATLINED, let’s call it, Time of Death is??? (you fill it in, why don’t ya!)
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