Where was the moon tonite? I saw it only briefly on the vulgar double-vision-drive homeward. It looked molested, half eaten, and I wished that I had taken that bitter bite out of its hurtful crescent before gluttonous nature swelled her steel belly. Jealousy inflamed!
Tonite, I wished the sun had shone fully, if only briefly. I kept looking behind my back expecting its intemperate appearance, but I only met with blackness---and then feminine scorn. I hate its seasonal disturbance, and if I controlled motion I would ensure its oval eternity.
I felt betrayed by the moon tonite.
Tonite, I wished the sun had shone fully, if only briefly. I kept looking behind my back expecting its intemperate appearance, but I only met with blackness---and then feminine scorn. I hate its seasonal disturbance, and if I controlled motion I would ensure its oval eternity.
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