Dearest Howard,
If only the winds of change could see me...and only the masters of sea-sickness conjuring a cure as we speak....and the maternity sister in charge of the naturally unfit...they would all be so proud...
I have moved on....the world has presented me another eyesore....another undesirable and another man on the mission....
The universe has again conspired to make me a completely unadulterated virgin...n then take me by the thighs and violate me and preserve me and then pickle me up with his earlier conquests..
"Dying is easy, painless...and quick....
Its life thats diffcult"....
And Bella woke form her slumber of three days..."sounds like me.." she breathes.....and see myself falling in love again...after my own slumber of three years...
AHHHHH...LOVE.....what it must feel to those that love.....and those that are loved...
However dramatic / "dreamatic" it may sound.....im willing to risk the humiliation....
Maybe its the sense of liberation in another town.....thebelchin men seem less provocative...and the cursive women seem less friendly...and hence the alienation feels more complete....
The worst however is yet to come....as I walk my empty street...towards a destination unknown and a satire yet uncast...
The vile perversity and the pure venom is fleeting but very much existent...
I wait with breath that is bated....
Yours
Choleric
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