Decided on a day or two of good alone time. Excited was I at the inception my prescribed solitude. At once reality painted its way to the revealing of a dire knowing. I have decided that Dave is shite company. You bore me sir. I mean the momentary fits of grotesque delusions and morbid depression provides an element of divertissement . . . but really my poor anchoritic fellow - is there really no more than this?
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 02:24:17 +0000
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