Idiot Test

Where to start? Well, I’ve decided, my friends, to write about those distant times when all internal organs worked as they should—when the brain was just forming in our dim-witted heads, and all decisions were made instinctively—i.e., unconsciously (according to the Explanatory Dictionary).

And that’s true. Back then there wasn’t enough awareness…

If you still decide to read this, I want to ask you for something. Namely!

First of all, don’t throw it away without finishing at least until the middle, because at the beginning everything is neither here nor there, but gradually the story’s artistic spring loosens, revealing the erogenous zones of meaning, which I’ll be stimulating—trying to take you to that very thing you know.

Secondly, since you’re going to lose a little time anyway, I beg you not to judge my heroes harshly, don’t be too biased or demanding toward them—because it’s not done out of malice or greed, they’re simply idiots.