Oh, what a tangled web I weave of blue ribbons, white lace and black satin, all strung in an elegant fashion with one word whispered in the wrong ear and one invitation accepted out of pity.
You’re a damn fool if you think this is pretty,
and burning it down would leave an awful mess. I guess there are girls who ponder it all away but I’m too far in to not scream my way out. I shout for a lifeline, but that’s more rope to swing and hanging myself is a long put off thing.
now less in telling more I say in shouting down the kings of heaven fast-fallen angels now here bidden falsely dealing unclaimed wisdom do this do that and don’t run with scissors (here she smokes a cigarette, unfiltered) hello ms. pot, hello dear kettle.