Our friend Umi (pronounced Ami) who is both a lapsed Jain (pronounced Jane)
and also just 21 years old tried, and thank G-d, failed to commit suicide on
Thursday night. Fortunately, so to speak, she went for fluoxetine aka Prozac
for her OD, now it is almost impossible to kill yourself on that stuff, it
makes you feel very very unwell instead.
Me and the lads, some of, and, noticeably, rather fewer of the girls, have
been round in attendance, she's rehabilitating in a mental health ward, and,
Lord, those places are scary, us lot have managed to give her the giggles.
The point of posting this is that at times one realises just what a load of
hot air poetry, and even more so, discussions about poetry can be. I hope
this doesn't come across as cynical.
All the Best
Dave
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