stonedsour's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paroxysmal Pentinence I sent a package to you this morning a thoughtful endeavour, wrapped in supple biege. It's full of quotes from my dictionary of guilty words, falling short of what I yearn to say. ...If I could sing this fatuity to sleep, ...Woulden't it be lovely. Only then shall I not feel as rueful as the day the dawn did not rise to meet me. Abate my convulsive penitence. For I cannot. 2:16 p.m. - 2004-02-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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