Hahahahahahaha hahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahaha
What was funny?
Exposure to death?
Lunacy wearing an undercoat to the Witches gathering?
Alone as I ponder the confusing significance of confusion, lost admiring the broken petals dashed against the feet of bi-pedel Neanderthals, crossing into
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no no no!!!
What have I told you, you are to wed the daughter of crimson cowardice, soon to run from you at the question of do you?
Burn your bridge now my son, the journey is blank, only you fill the page. Make sure you have a sharpened pencil. End it slowly. Funny how times fly away, sadness.