#52 – Annu-Literary
I suspect you’re expecting something trite and interesting, but I fear you are suggesting far too much from me. I can’t be held here writing made to look like time I’m biding, when I know it’ll end in chiding of whom I’m supposed to be.
So I thought that I should treat you, and in the same deplete you, for it would be a feat- You see, to deprive you of your mind. And now my pen’s ink I shall bleed, to you- and it’s agreed that I obviously will succeed in my attempts to rob you blind.
~Ramblings of a Crazy Man, #52 (Annu-Literary)
