sometimes the mood overtakes me and i become querulous, my companions tire of my ceaseless grievances, and i grow weary of my own dissatisfaction and their inability to empathize.
how can i avoid such infinitely iterating pathos, a bane without lull that i curse from the depths of my heart of darkness partially of its adulterating oppressiveness but no small part owing to frustration that comes from my own incapacity to relinquish its control over my being? redeem me, newfound friends, lest the precocious coming of age bring new ruination afore this old curse be overcome.
prosper, my children, for the time of wanton abandon draws soon to a close
how can i avoid such infinitely iterating pathos, a bane without lull that i curse from the depths of my heart of darkness partially of its adulterating oppressiveness but no small part owing to frustration that comes from my own incapacity to relinquish its control over my being? redeem me, newfound friends, lest the precocious coming of age bring new ruination afore this old curse be overcome.
prosper, my children, for the time of wanton abandon draws soon to a close