

Sonnet XIn case thou never hear'st from me ag'in, a final wish I must submit to thee: Do not succumb to thoughts of sorrow when thou hear'st what evil hath befallen me.Sonnet X
'Tis not within my heart to fear a fate that doth apply to me, and me alone. However, I have thought of those, of late, who need my life to carry on their own.
Release my pot plants back into the wild. My savings prithee give to those in need. Leave my guitar with a creative child; my memory with ghosts, where it recede.
My precious books to other minds instill. My writings, do with them


Lamentable Fate(introduced by a long and very chaotic radio jingle)Lamentable Fate
RADIO HOST: Good evening and welcome to the beginning of this week's programme. For those of you just listening in, don't panic, you've only missed the signature at the very start. And for those of you who want to hear it again, here it is.
(jingle)
RADIO HOST: (laughs) Yes, indeed. Tonight, we examine the fate of Michael Sniggersnagger, who has lived for the last two months without arms and legs. Unfortunately, he hasn't arrived yet. So let's hear the jingle, just one more time.
(jingle)
RADIO HOST: Ah, and


Another AfternoonDOCTOR: Next, please. Good afternoon, young sir.Another Afternoon
MAN: Good afternoon, doctor.
DOCTOR: Please have a seat. Now what seems to be the matter?
MAN: I've been having some troubles recently with my, sanity.
DOCTOR: Oh. Well. Let's have a look at it then, shall we?
MAN: Certainly. I keep it here in this jar.
DOCTOR: Hm... (surveys jar) It appears to me to be in perfect condition.
MAN: Yes..?
DOCTOR: Yes.
MAN: Ever since I lost it last week it's been acting in a very unstable


Sonnet IXPray, what am I if not a living corpse; a puppet hanging by God's fragile strings, but idling here 'til my perspective warps; a victim of my own imaginings?Sonnet IX
Say, what am I if not a lump of meat, by some strange energy kept standing straight; relying on the whims of a dull beat, like ev'rything of nothing first create.
When, late at night, I lie and try to rest, and not a sound protrudes from anywhere, I press my palm against my silent chest to know that something still is tapping there.
In waiting fervently for every breath, I put my living off
Devious Comments
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Every dark cloud has a silver lining, but lightening kills hundreds of people each year who are trying to find it.
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Thanks so much for the fav, I appreciate that
Mario
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R e m e m b e r
That someone out there
Loves you
To the end of the universe
&& all the way b a c k.
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"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
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Tackar och bockar!
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"You must never tell a thing. You must illustrate it. We learn through the eye and not the noggin."
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R e m e m b e r
That someone out there
Loves you
To the end of the universe
&& all the way b a c k.
Very funny stuff, great job!
Greetings from Estonia.
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skulle gärna vilja höra den uppläst på radio, så länge den inte redan blivit uppläst...
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