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What if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra? June 16, 2015. But I, none other; too what reason for. Than to save a self from its own descent,. Who amidst drunkards and harlots spoke. Of the virtue in wine, the vices of a virgin. But I, before faith; falling prey to burgeon,. Bearing the bastards of our heaven as yolk,. Of remorse; a thistle and solace; its garden. I give unto ye, then unto ye I surrender.
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Note 3 to Current Cat from Future Cat. Note 3 to Current Cat. Note 3 to Current Cat from Future Cat. If we take the time to.
Asymp; Leave a comment. I have five story ideas, one article idea, two book ideas, a dance class to go to, maybe I should cook something, should I go on a hike? And then, I do fuck all. Absolutely nothing, like yesterday, my BIG day off. I sleep, I get depressed, I crash. Obviously, the sour batch of brain chemicals may simply follow my complete lack of action.