fucking hell-a shit bag.
it's a fearsome, loathsome thing.
sleep-easy a hundred years and more- all nought for kith and kin of sin has lain upon this burdened funny-bunny soul. it's like a necklace of skulls
that this bunny can't sell or lend or loan.
heavy heavy. no penitence, just the air of a bug dispenser - be gone.
welcome the rage no more. it is time for peace! PEACE! sleep, peace, at least lease the pieces of peace.
to i and me.
fearsome and loath-y-some - we want to trade for a nunce of compare and contrast. rather would like that zippy ZEE word.
and stop sharpening my teeth in the dark.