Oh God, if you do exist grant me some life (to spice up this masque settled in the tropical isle). Don't tell me that you don't exist, or worse that you are on vacation...
"How do you do? How does it feel to be so high?"...but all I get is the persistent tone of me talking alone, and it gets deja vu'ish by the minute.
I better go then, and fall out of love once and for all!
But I'm tired of the new dresses, the new court, the summer progress, the old castle, the new birth, (give me a son!), the old pope, the new way, the weird way, the clock and the new dynasties...I want to be...what? What shall I be? Because if there is one thing I have learned is that be careful in what you wish for, or be anal-retentive about it...
I just need to rest...I am planning a well needed vacation or a well planned suicide (not as needed as the vacation but...who knows, maybe I will get some rest)!
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