It is the season of mists and yellow wistfulness. When the fog becomes suffocating, one just wants to let go and wake up to that incredible lightness of non-being. But how exactly to let go? Many a potential suicide has been thwarted on this point, as Dorothy Parker pointed out long ago:
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
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Résumé
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
Read more Dorothy Parker:

