(no subject)
Two weeks of paper knives; mantel pieces and such for promises of private, chilly chambers: I am at least as naieve as you all had hoped, thinking iridescent ice bricks would stand against this stifling hell-fire.
I despise your worldliness.
Yeah, I too saw my reflection in dreamy eyes: dark and gorgeous. It told me all of the horrible little things I never really wanted to know at all. I become...I am all of the things I profess to hate. (I'm sorry!) I can remember...I watched the first time with near indifference as the sea waters claimed the liquified fabric of all of this. So again. And the unprofound ages of practicality to follow will also claim me. The stomach pain is maddening. I am ice to everyone and unsent letters.
I despise your worldliness.
Yeah, I too saw my reflection in dreamy eyes: dark and gorgeous. It told me all of the horrible little things I never really wanted to know at all. I become...I am all of the things I profess to hate. (I'm sorry!) I can remember...I watched the first time with near indifference as the sea waters claimed the liquified fabric of all of this. So again. And the unprofound ages of practicality to follow will also claim me. The stomach pain is maddening. I am ice to everyone and unsent letters.