It is 4 am on a wed night. I have this insane need to strip buck naked. Put on a ski mask. Run over to my neighbors house and bang on their windows with my penis until they wake up and then make weird faces at them woot !!!! If you can't tell. I hate my neighbors hahaa.
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Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
Take that devil-man! (You know what you did!) have a good day off!
pfft. poetry is a journal entry.