On the rare occasion that i get to sleep BEFORE one in the morning, i often awake to find some scripts, some mindless blather scrawled on the walls of my bedroom. It's my handwriting, yes, but I am left with no recollection of having committed the act. For this reason, I have removed every form of permanent ink, and have left myself with naught but childish crayons and washable magic marker. Assuming that some of you might be insane enough to care about the things i find, here.
P.S. there is no form here whatsoever, at least, none with a pattern that i can follow...
1) The Warming Moon Daylight Breaks. Kiss it goodbye A lifeless Ordinary.
2)Almost sunshine Run to the hills In our shoes; look through new eyes.
and a bunch of other stuff I'd never heard of, but then i ran into some known ones...
1) These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die Like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.~shakespear
2)A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; domestic fury and fierce civil strife...All pity choked with custom of fell deeds...
3) But woe the while! Our fathers' minds are dead, And we are governed by our mothers' spirits...
Don't ask why i found this of al things, but bear with my insanity while I arrange the jumble of phrases by author...I think
1)Music is what feelings sound like
Never mind. I can barely read it all...
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