And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms.
-Probably my favorite sentence ever written.
-Probably my favorite sentence ever written.
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did you go somewhere to die or something?
happy new year and I love you!!!