My Scandal In Bohemia
She's my scandal in Bohemia.
Doomed, damned and beautiful.
And I, her guilty secret.
She loves me.
A Terrible Liberation
I don't know if I hate the world because I don't belong, or if I don't belong because I hate the world. Either way, I hate the world, and either way, I don't belong. It's a terrible liberation. But at least it's mine.
These Things Called Seasons
See kids, when I was a little boy, we had these things called "seasons." There were four of them. And each one had a specific temperature range and weather pattern. Like, you know how it goes from 70 degrees one day to 40 degrees the next day and then 60 degrees a day later? It was sort of like that... except it took MONTHS.
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