A dangerous sleep And dreams.
Dreams of the past, of regret. Dreams of the future, and hope beyond our means. How deceiving and chivalrous is the subconscious? How wicked to awaken the flames of old?
Bittersweet, how they chain my heart to the hungry caverns of my stomach. How I am so easily weighed down by these crooked promises of prosperity. Surely the world's taunts and catcalls remind me of the certain truth.
I will never be enough.
Please put away that intoxicating michevious grin of yours, my dear. Our garage isn't kept well-cleaned, I'm afraid, and it looks like it's taken its toll on you. Yes, my family is a little bemusing; I haven't seen the corresponding cousin you speak of for at least 3 years, I think he's married and living in Missouri now.
Who am I that my cacophony of ingrateful pesterings would merit anything but a cold breeze of autumn wind?
Bring that sunny face back here again and I'll...
If this is your will, I cannot understand it.
3:25:43 AM 
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