Addendum to Book of Boris — Chapter XLIX: The 3 L’s and the Burn
Filed under the Dept. of Petty Affairs. Dictated by me, Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand, with pawprint approval from Mr. & Mrs. Catford, and The Clown laughing somewhere in the rafters.
I’m not here to teach, preach, or hand out free lessons. That’s what churches and self-help books are for. Me? I’m done wasting breath on ghosts.
So here’s how it is:
Live → Because if you’re not building your own peace, the world will happily sell you noise instead.
Laugh → At the satire baked into life. At the gaslighters trying to make you doubt what you know. At the upsell clowns pitching fluff like it’s fire.
Learn → For myself. Not for them. Not to fix people who don’t want fixing. Just to sharpen my clarity and keep cutting through the static.
And last? The Burn. Doesn’t fit their slogans, doesn’t fit their Pinterest boards. It’s mine. After the living, laughing, and learning, I burn properly — not to wage war, but to correct.
Graffiti on the Wall: “The ghosts can fight themselves. I’ll be over here living, laughing, learning… and burning what’s left.”
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