The Laborius Lives of Luckett Marleybone
"Dr. Wicketshire, what an awful state i'm in! The day was brought forth glorius, the sky a girly pink so lovely and silent. How horrid a trick has been played upon me today, for this same sky, once huge, triumphant, now gets smaller and mean. Soon there will be no room left in the sky, as it wraps itself around me, drains me of all my precious bodily fluids! My arms may burst if they are not held tightly to my body! My arms, dear doctor! My livelihood! Can you imagine the headlines! Tennis star, Luckett Marleybone, suddenly armless!
I have questions, dear doctor!! How's and Why's!
The selfish friends, my fear of death, I loathe it. How can one find any other's emotions invalid, in any situation, under the girly pink, under the sugar spilled stars, how, how can something be invalid if it exists, and did not choose to exist, but rose like a demon from the grave, only to frown my face and dull the blade i forged the very first night i dined on the scent of Rosemary Penrose?"
an excerpt from "The Laborius Lives of Luckett Marleybone" by Evan Parsons
I have questions, dear doctor!! How's and Why's!
The selfish friends, my fear of death, I loathe it. How can one find any other's emotions invalid, in any situation, under the girly pink, under the sugar spilled stars, how, how can something be invalid if it exists, and did not choose to exist, but rose like a demon from the grave, only to frown my face and dull the blade i forged the very first night i dined on the scent of Rosemary Penrose?"
an excerpt from "The Laborius Lives of Luckett Marleybone" by Evan Parsons