Until we meet again fry fry a hen
What a magical period of time punctured only a few times with uncouth pettiness, what business is it of mine to even talk about such things, to acknowledge them is to give them power, and that's even more disgusting.
With a little Aesop's Fables, Petronius' Satyricon, and a Demosthenes Speech, I surrender my addled frame to the canoe for Lethe, a wonderfully gothic canoe with gargoyles at the tips, and a ghost holding a scythe, and stretching out yawning and chuckling forlornly, I gradually enter a dimension of soothing reassuring gloom, where it's expected to be that way, where you aren't forced to slap a smile on, and pretend everything's righty-oh when they clearly aren't, and it's like Edward Scissorhands with no Avon calling, and it's better that way, sculpting those hedges like there's always an infinity of time for more.
With a little Aesop's Fables, Petronius' Satyricon, and a Demosthenes Speech, I surrender my addled frame to the canoe for Lethe, a wonderfully gothic canoe with gargoyles at the tips, and a ghost holding a scythe, and stretching out yawning and chuckling forlornly, I gradually enter a dimension of soothing reassuring gloom, where it's expected to be that way, where you aren't forced to slap a smile on, and pretend everything's righty-oh when they clearly aren't, and it's like Edward Scissorhands with no Avon calling, and it's better that way, sculpting those hedges like there's always an infinity of time for more.
46-50, M