As before, poxy whore - once more;

I declare myself disgruntled
To find that I am thus encuntled
And then to fling french in on top of it, inexcusable.

KNOCK IT OFF

Miss karshadain, you are so beautiful,
with your face like a wax candle
twenty years melting in the attic of my heart.

I dreamt last night that I was chased by trolls
Through the scenery of Black Sabbath's eponymous first record
The one with the witch on it
Real trolls, not gamers. No witch though.