Where once was light today is not what there was lon- STOP IT! Whu-? This tripe, the ENDLESS TRIPE. JUST. Stop. WHEN do you ever spea- Ah! The point, you see, is not to be in written word mundane, rather, we ache to reach beyond... t'wards terror, rapture, pai- FINE. DAMN! Let's have it then, my dearest friend, let's hash it out, we two- Profanity all day you spray: "Well, shit, what can one do?" & "Jesus MOTHER fuck-ing Christ" & "That DAMN'D-cantankerous shrew." Those are th- PLEASE; just leave me BE, don't rui- BITCH, it's TRUE! God knows, your prose may well expose you; therein lie frightening truths, whereas, LAh-dee-dee, your poetry? That show would never dare to star the one and only... you.