We are the social indelinquents, we are beautiful, we are clever, were the romantics, were desperate, were useless, were the saviour in this sweet sweet sweet awful time, but nothing lasts and aulthough were many a bottle of wine down the romance is love with distortion, but dont understand this relevant to capable mind because my dear i am 1 less of this course, a single breath would be the light to satisfy in this delinquant yet full age, sp up with the lark, and join the hoot.Though we are whats good intended were also what god prevented on what cold i tolerate appart from simple bliss, from this heavenly quietness, and if you hear me i am in searon and if you hear me i am the reason, though ive seen pasture, though i have seen the beaty queen i am but love, i am but wine though i am not light!Though i am not day i am a breast of season and happiness so ode be cunt in my wizeness and ode be cunt for faithfullness, so what do i deserve but heavenlyness temptation for the weak and desperation for the poor.
Love jaks
