In the dark days to come, I foresee happiness as a limited commodity.
all the more reason to grasp every whisp of it, to delight in it's escense
Oh do do shut up you fool! Cannot you let me enjoy being miserable. And you misthought the spelling of escense (sik) (sic).
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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