Friday, June 13, 2014

Oh the character (of being perpetual)

"I cannot."
"Surface, sketch, betray!"
"I cannot. I cannot. I cannot and will not strike against this dull flint. A dole flaunt. A dell meet; met. Refrain me and I will exit. Frame me and I will loot."
"Suddenly unabundant."
"Perhaps it is extinct. I mean to say instinct."

I suppose this means I am not your darling.



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