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Relievable contradictions

I have a house not near a fountain
I have a clue that argues with my mind
I have a thought that erases the fact
Of being alive in a murderous scheme

By jeopardy blue

Idea of bleu hallow making amends for writings are for
In the midst of the day of tomorrow
the equality that venues that startle lost in time

the thought had erased the blind of being alone
betides my humoristic valuates the casualty’s of war
I declined the freedom as a romantic belaboured triumph
Time is Gonne shut of the steam
I washed away my skin
In my self burning at the core of my heart but my hunger for life
Is still the same

quaileyedsnowfish wrote:Down searching pool


Relievable contradictions

I have a house not near a fountain
I have a clue that argues with my mind
I have a thought that erases the fact
Of being alive in a murderous scheme

By jeopardy blue

Idea of bleu hallow making amends for writings are for
In the midst of the day of tomorrow
the equality that venues that startle lost in time

the thought had erased the blind of being alone
betides my humoristic valuates the casualty’s of war
I declined the freedom as a romantic belaboured triumph
Time is Gonne shut of the steam
I washed away my skin
In my self burning at the core of my heart but my hunger for life
Is still the same

.. you know what, fish.. I'm having a hard enough time convincing myself there's a good reason to even get up in the morning, and then I come here and--

WHAT THE?????????.. could you just spit it out already?.. It isn't enough that I'm your devoted chick lit critic, I have to be your mind reader too???

IN SUM: yeah, life is tough. Get over it already. At least you have a job. Okay, maybe it's not the classiest of professions, but you do get paid, for cripe's sake. Meanwhile, I'm wading through a mud pit of questionable glory. Uh, gory-- uh. forget it. I'm trapped in a pit of some kind, that's all I know. That's all they'll tell me. They throw me down something they tell me is food from time to time, but other than that, I'm sunk.

So, cheer up. Things could always be worse, as I think my father once told me. And you know what?.. he was right. I mean, they might decide NOT to send down the thing that looks like food from time to time, and then where would I be?.. at the bottom of a muddy pit without this stuff that they tell me is food. [actually, I'd probably be better off, now that I'm thinking about it]

That's another thing to remember: things could always be better.

your devoted chick lit critic,

Ms. Violet Peabody [I don't even feel like sporting my fake Ph.D., at the moment] [it's the pits, in other words]