i might give you this. but you won't change. we have new ways of getting the pain in. are you aware of the practical agony of our bliss-less gloom ? our two rooms a-jumblerumpskin ? we live in the crease of at least two invalids. but you steal cake and i witness. ****, i've been this nitwit who had a mind but squandered the perils of success in a losing myth. i was a shut in over the moon of my misadventures. tucked into jupiter sugar with my hair clean. but my fear out.