It’s not a laptop,

It’s Excalibur,

I like her,

So I bought her.

 

It’s not a laptop,

It’s Excalibur,

I like her,

So I bought her.

Ok, I made a change,

I brought the post down,

As a sign of good faith.

Good morning.

(Although I rather liked that jig)

Onward March!

Haven’t been gettin much sleep recently so please forgive me if I make a few bursts of emotions. Thank you for your forgiveness.

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The tears streamed all day. What could he do, but feel pity for those who watched him? What could he do, but cry for their own lack of souls? How had the world become such a monstrosity? Did it happen when he was asleep? How can people live with themselves in this day and age? What is the year?

One once told me that the only thing that could not reconcile a relationship was “disgust” and that they could never be with their ex again because they were “disgusted” by his or her actions. If ”disgust” is the one thing that cannot be overcome, how does one expect another to overcome it? By magic? How does one think that I feel? How does one think it is possible for me to overcome when I too feel disgust?

I feel nothing but “disgust” for all of you. And I shall not write again until the great change occurs. I wish you luck.