Understand my sweet VVönderland, I cannot help but feel thusly for you, Augustus.
It was your mother’s wish.
I snuck in through their bathroom window.
I pushed Olive off of you, but I threw an extra blanket on the pup’s pallette.
I shall not put her out in the cold. A little not-so SlightÖHand accomplishes this. I surprise myself and Olive never awoke. I am mysified and so.
I want to be your little hot thing.
I wilt not waste (your) Time.
She asked, your mother did.
She wished this for you. That everyone will have to Lųve you.
And, this is the source of your discomfort, sweet thing.
We cannot help but lųve you.
Æ say í’m speçial: some sort of irregular pearl.
By my own admission to Eros, í am unable to discern any benefit any sooner than í can disprove the benefit of any other pearl.
Effie here. Hi. Yep, you get it. Gonna give the gist: if, in one-sitting, you are going to shovel as many mayonaise sandwiches into your mouth as you can, does it really matter if the thin white bread glued together varies in appearance? Only if you are a disgusting, fat piece of shit that really should go home and change outfits (to x, yeah you. You look great).
To anyone who asserts that there is an ideal pearl. Shut up. Firstly, you Mean-to say that you conceive of a paragon. Well, good for you. Congratulations, you are still a monkey. There is constant variation in phenotypic expressions of the genotype. The misperception owes to your perceptual limitations. Congratulations, you are still a monkey and what “you just discovered” was known by millions and millions Æons before you had cosmic existence, let alone a capacity for conscious cognition.
You are still aweful. Capricious.
Perfect. And, beautiful.
We resume the previous transcryption.
Who am í to tell you of beauty? í have but mine-own eyes.
[Í love yours, though].
Why í appear surprised everytime you ask me.
Í do not intend mean-to spook you.
Pleas that you believe. So, í write on canary yellow. Parchment. Part ampersand parcel to your pedal-stool.
It was not a (my) white-horse upon which í ærowed ( arode, aeroed, arrowed ).
To put you beside yourself. Be an aleph to your theta. Sync. Sigma. Fi semper. Anon, anon.
Let everyone do you their favor (s), tenderfoot.
If you do something wrong, hold yourself accountable,
BUT, let know-one tell themselves that, my sweet’thing,
You are culpable.
You could pluck the flower of any garden without consequence.
Your adult eyes still remind Them of Youthful Summers.
Often believed, by those who don’t understand the term’s origin, to be spelt (or spelled, for the American audience) ‘sike’.
Deriving from the word psychology, psych is a term used to indicate that whatever the person speaking just said was done so purely to mess with the listener’s mind, to ‘psych’ them out, if you will.
by ThisB”) August 20, 2015
<i don’t know why this relevant but it is. i don’t know why j impulsively addended it adhoc.
But ThisB do.
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writtencasey: ‘an extra blanket on the pup’s pallette’ ace! nickreeves.
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