

My Little Plate, Button.Once, when I was at a sporting event A plate followed me from a distance With her short little legs, and big brown eyes.My Little Plate, Button.
I knew that such a fine bit of china would do me no good I am wary of the golden handcuffs.
Should I desire the luxury of sustinence,
I shall lick it off of the floor When no-one is looking.
And yet, I allowed her to follow me.
Before long, she was my favourite, my only plate.
I polished her, and tucked her away in my fine china cabinet. There was another plate that followed me,
But I did not allow it.
When they were together, they would a


i for Ii full of pity, pale fleshy fearsomes in the dark slug of slow timid movement, salted daily just for fun i cries at night, dies in the morning blemished mess hair like greased fibers. flatulent and disgusting insolent and stupid.i for I
i saddened by beauty. fearing everyone who passes on the street anxious and shivering. smells of garlic and sweat. loves timidly never to be seen
I Hate i in the morning. Make i cry at night. Loathe i. Loathe everyone. Loathe everything. Loathe incorrect grammar. Abhor piety.
Hate weakness, knives for adherence. Flames
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William Blake .
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second time in the history of the world, man will discover fire."
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