One Of The Easiest Things

The Tears That Kept Buttercup Company The Remainder Of The Day Were Not At All Like Those That Had Blinded Her Into The Tree Trunk. Those Were Noisy And Hot; They Pulsed. These Were Silent And Steady And All They Did Was Remind Her That She Wasn’t Good Enough. She Was Seventeen, And Every Male She’d Ever Known Had Crumbled At Her Feet And It Meant Nothing. The One Time It Really Mattered, She Wasn’t Good Enough.

You Can Never Trust What You Read.

No More Rhymes Now I Mean It!” “anybody Want A Peanut?” “aahh!

Have Fun Storming The Castle!

Inconceivable!" "you Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.