mintcar

What a strange and disheartening day. Pretending, and fits of guilt. I hate pretending. But, I have to do it.
My grandmother passed away yesterday morning at the age of seventy-one.
I think I was born to move; evanescent attachments. Periods of joy. Unforgiven, and steeped in a real dreamworld. Er, dreamed real world. Find rest in heaven; there must be such a place to take you, nai nai, whether the world was good to you or not.

Can I be true to Life? Life: please, please take me.



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Ode to a Mayline -- in Brief

O! straight Mayline -- nay, giant ruler, more aptly put --
How doth thou realign thy -- stringy gut?

Thy guiding wires twixt four wheels, two lengthy plats -- re-made --
With abiding artist's tape, philips head -- and a razor blade.