Henry Lion Oldie. Puppet master (№ 48086)

Now we will focus on the "problem of the finishing tape."
We - I mean humanity - are categorically not able to perceive the finals. Happy? - non-life, shall we say. It does not happen. Terrible? - offended in the best feelings, we branim the author for what has deprived us of hope. Give, you son of a bitch, though, sail on the horizon! Ambiguity? - o, boiling from anger, we are ready to kill the bastard that put us before a choice. Choose - the curse of the human race, and Yes it passes us! Outdoor? - we did deprive this hitch proud name: "finals". Think self - torture. But if at the end of the narrative is bold point, issued to all sisters on earrings, and every Sandpiper swamp - honestly, we will never forgive the Creator, cleverly linking the ends meet, the only one, but a mortal sin.
He has deprived us of the ability to continue, isn't it?! Finals are not our strong point. They insult the human subconscious mind by the fact of its existence. Could this be the key to our monstrous vitality?