Simply YouYour innocence yet quite obscure, was humbling yet i had no cure,Simply You
for wanting to have the impossible thing, a grande sense of euphoria you managed to bring, into my life the day YOU had to ask, due to my over confident farce, It was so much like a dream, My lovelife's past was quite obscene, And if all the bizarre phenomena, from stoned John's book come true, My heart would be at an eternal rest, In the knowledge I'd be with you.
EnemyHatred....Pure hatred. Its is never the enemy that we destroy or the treacherous troops that we may deploy that we need to worry about. For it is the enemy within that is the worst of all,Enemy
We all have little thoughts of betrayal, don't deny it. We all think the enemy could, no, is right, don't deny it. It is not people I hate but those thoughts.
Do not be offended by me, if somebody hates you, be flattered, if somebody loves you, embrace it, The worst way for somebody to act towards you, Is not hate, Is not treachery, Is not betrayal. It is indif
The Kintbury BoxCramped or cosy? Deprived or minimalistic? Nothing or everything?The Kintbury Box
The small sink drips slowly in the corner, The lamp radiates a bright glow above it, Thsi small battered table, graciously falling to pieces like the Monarchy, with an ancient chair as well, like the Queen's corgis.
The carpet is bleached in a circle in the centre of the floor, The barely single bed is springy and excitable- like a treated puppy, The simple linen, Plain white wardrobe, and lone shelf are absolutley adaquate. For I like cramped and basic, because it is m
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"Why thank you, Princess Blatant."
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Riding shotgun in a hot pink chavalier.
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