I speak when better left silent. I abstain when action is required. Perfecting inappropriatalities. Apt to see the spell-checker agrees with me. Fashioned words from words not found in a dictionary. I fail, I fail, I fail thrice goodly. Give me long enough, and I’ll break breaking broken things.
The muse must muse over me. We giggle together over things brought to existence through this body. What a uniquely normal way to be entertained. Laughing at jokes no one will ever see. Or perhaps chuckling at an unshared memory, when it would be better for me to let silence be.
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Hunter Blakely
Born a peasant, grown a prince.
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