So many attempts , all have been so trivial, so tasteless , testing what little patience I have , from girl school fantasy to steel coated hogwash , awkward and exploitive, all played for the lowest joker in the deck of cards, going no where , treated as no more than cheap laughs or falsehood , shallow, boring or insult , sometimes simply perverse , few lilies ever properly shine or blossom. It is simply unfair that the choir boys receive higher treatment .It seems Gods kitchen caters only for its immediate female staff. No maturity or refinement it simply does not seem right
.the nights go by
the days move forward without change..until I received my answer
.
II
I pursue her other handywork to find myself both satisfied and impressed , behind the broken pictures another tale dripped in maturity may be found. You treat the issue with tact and professionalism , the perfection and precision of the most proud surgeon. Sewing together a story of adolescence , childhood and reception of two unfortunate souls born against their wishes..their minds are contradicting...the bodies in which they have been placed.... such stories curb my convulsions and dispel the visits , from the princess of panic.
III
The secret sleeps in the bed of sweet blue flowers , a simple and thrilling tale which I neglected to appreciate when it graced my path. Gentle, intense , striving for a different vision , portraying a sense of both reality and truth satisfying my wishes, though I suppose not quite. It lacks a magicians touch but still holds its own , this is what I and the mad march hare have both been waiting for, we were rewarded for those wishes, hopes , pleas and prayers. I take a slice from the cake of life and savour it as a rare and treasured treat knowing it be unlikely that such sophistication is both few and far between
.I can smell them
so fresh and relaxing
they make my mansions garden complete
the sweet , unique fragrance of those innovative
.bright blue flowers
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