WAIST.
𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘹. 𝘞𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 ... 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 ... 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ... 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 ... 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 ... 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 ... 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 ... 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 ... 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘴 ... 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 ... 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 ... 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦. 𝘈 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 ... 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 ... 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ... 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘺𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦 ... 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦. 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 27% 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦. 𝘈 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 ... 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 ... 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘜𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢-𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 ... 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢-𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘯 ... 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 ... 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥-𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵-𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 ... 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 ... 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ... 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ... 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢. 𝘈 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳. 𝘈 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦 ... 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 ... 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴-𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘙𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 ... 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘴 ... 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 ... 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 ... 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 ... 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘤𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥. 𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥- 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵 ... 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘳 ... 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 ... 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 ... 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ... 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 ... 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 ... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘴 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘈𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘹𝘺𝘨𝘦𝘯. 𝘋𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 ... 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 ... 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 ... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥 ... 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘣 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘢 ... 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 ... 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥-𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘬𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢. 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘜𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯 ... 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 ... 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 ... 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 ... 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴
by Shane Jesse Christmass
Shane Jesse Christmass is the author of the novels, Xerox Over Manhattan (Apocalypse Party, 2019), Belfie Hell (Inside The Castle, 2018), Yeezus In Furs (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2018), Napalm Recipe: Volume One (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2017), Police Force As A Corrupt Breeze (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2016) and Acid Shottas (The Ledatape Organisation, 2014). He was a member of the band Mattress Grave and is currently a member in Snake Milker. An archive of his writing/artwork/music/social media can be found at: https://linktr.ee/sjxsjc