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I am blessed with a perfidious tongue but a bitter smile. Sullenly slumberous, sorrow sanctified by my 'sweet' eyes. Girls adore melancholy. RAIN for fifty days and wash it all away. We'll start again, where we won't be measured to a pound sign and a genuine thrashing of a heart won't be tied to pretension. Let's hate anybody who tries to do something good. They speak of my violence; I speak of my own. In that statement lays something of interest to someone, probably. I listen. My invitation is usually revoked before the date of the party. Most of all, I'm loving but not loveable (so I'm told; 'heartless').

Man is like the proudest mammals;
The great size of their glans should not surprise us;
But the sterile hour has struck; the horse
And the ox have reined in their passions; no one
Will dare run a flag up his genital pole
In those thickets where ludicrous children swarm.