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sometimes i wonder if all these tedious lucubrations, toiled over in hours purloined from the lax ligature of the sandman with countless confections and coffee, will find their home in the encompassing recesses of ozymandias oblivion.
yet i won't share, refuse to share the pages of prose that tumble like cataracts from the fingertips to the sotto voce of the keyboard clack. perhaps i wish the world to know my genius, perhaps i wish that i were a genius, to dazzle the world with sparkling words of remorse, pity, and love in a vain attempt at glory. oh world, behold the ruminations that spring from the felicitously penitent heart, sanguine in its still-born ambitions.
and more pretentious crap.... i always hide in my vocabulary like a seven year old child sent scrambling under the covers at the boogeyman whisper of the denticulate trees on the bedroom windowpanes.
*sigh* i should stick to pirate talk.
yet i won't share, refuse to share the pages of prose that tumble like cataracts from the fingertips to the sotto voce of the keyboard clack. perhaps i wish the world to know my genius, perhaps i wish that i were a genius, to dazzle the world with sparkling words of remorse, pity, and love in a vain attempt at glory. oh world, behold the ruminations that spring from the felicitously penitent heart, sanguine in its still-born ambitions.
and more pretentious crap.... i always hide in my vocabulary like a seven year old child sent scrambling under the covers at the boogeyman whisper of the denticulate trees on the bedroom windowpanes.
*sigh* i should stick to pirate talk.