From elegant Ivory Tower of intellectual theory. A professor plods, a parched poem in hand. To rough plains of ordinary experience. There he shares, surely, softly and slowly. His philosophy and wisdom to a plebeian. Thus spake the articulate professor. Finds its free footing in cathartic heptatet. Lineation fall loose like a chandelier. Subtly spun is my metaphoric motif.

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Did you miss me? Because life without Tumblr has been good. I had a nightmare last night where I was trapped in a dark house that was full of giant, venomous spiders that I was trying to trap and avoid and all my friends were just walking through and nearly walking into these horrible things dangling on webs without realising it.

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Upgrade to paid account and never see ads again! All this talk of blood and iron. One of the greatest songs ever written. what! Marry me, dinah cancer? Time to get high bitches. Takes a lot to laugh. Headed for hell in a hurried hearse. Do do do do do do.