Back to Blake’s garden again, where he and Catherine liked to hang out naked. I swear that I am fully clothed, as this one sounds like a really bad trip.
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I always hate it when those invisible worms show up. The only thing worse are invisible politicians.
because facts really should be sacred
Or not, depending on my mood
I am just a girl who loves reading and talking about books
because I've got to tell someone.
a little lunch, a little wine, a LOT of talking!
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