Or Readers Uncomfortable Digest.
regarding the matters of life, humanity, socialising, and love,...I want to gouge my eyes out.
regarding the matters of science, art, ideas, intellect,...I want to gouge my eyes out.
You became my insides, and then ate them alive. My bones cracked under your fingertips, but I was too busy looking at the hole that had been there, right through me, being filled by you, to hear any of my 200 joints fall down and hit the floor.
There are almond biscuits and good coffee in the back of the shelves my love.
Yep Yeah. I am exhausted and have no more energy to work on this. I guess impressive awesomeness should wait until ... something.
I promise I'll stay in touch.
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