Jaspas Journals

Beware she's fooling thee.

"At her feet he bowed and fell,"

And grovelling said, "I love thee well,"

"O let me buy the wedding ring" --

"No, no" the fair replies "By string"

"I'll lead you, old boy, like a bear"

"Though for your "hug I never care,"

"As a bear from hollow honey sips,"

"You seek the honey of my lips:"

"To rouge et noir you've lost your heart,"

"But never feel I Cupid's dart;"

"My waist so tightly is set in,"

"My heart is into fan let in,"

"My tootsey-wootseys are so small"

"That owl's eye would see none at all."

"Of murderer you'll meet the fate,"

"A hempen noose below the pate,"

"Right fate for lady-killer too,"

"Who bored me with his billets-deux"

What is my rent even paying for? because the heater in my room is dead too.

Glitter: everywhere.

My ambition? High.

Truly a psychodelic expirience

And I mean colours!

Just don't eat the paint

Not by starting a survival cult or leading a warrior faction, but by becoming a librarian for the new age.

My tribe would be hold up in libraries across the continent becoming the teachers and the knowledge providers for those who go through epic journeys to seek it.

As in it strikes me down so deeply to see them in horrible or abusive relationships or just plain negative situation, yet my heart quietly but I guess happily weeps when they finally catch that break.

I've had partners/relationships/flings before but there's really no drive beyond that initial starry-eyed encounter. I go through the motions of the 'relationship' like a checklist and am not sad sometimes even glad to see them end.

I'm behavioraly exhausted trying to keep face, keep them entertained, and keep from abandoning them all together.