Gary Smith is so idealized, misinterpreted, and subject to petty stylization that I feel bitter, disgusted, and slightly entertained on his part.
Only one blessed person can testify to how brilliant and incapable of being handled I am when drunk. Only one has been chosen. She should feel honoured.
that I had a beehive here
in my heart
and that the golden bees were making
white combs and sweet honey
from my old failures.
I have to drink copious amounts to feel even moderately drunk. I am 5ft 3in and I weigh 125 pounds. I should be much more open to inebriation. This would make experimentation much more easy. Then again…
Gryffindor house encapsulates everything that I strive not to be. Brazen dullards.
I’m slightly tipsy so if you have any niggling, no-doubt scintillating comments or questions to send my way on your inevitable journey to alleviate trivial boredom, please feel welcome to bring them to my appraisal.
I’m only slightly more aggressive. Also, ironically, I’m slightly more open to outside thought (I wouldn’t go so far as saying I’m friendly) so know that this is the rare moment where you can offer your thoughts without fear of my finding you depraved or boring. Chances are if I’m following you I don’t think of you that way anyway, but I’m usually too inhibited to remark as such to any of you.
This is marvelous and entirely appropriate though the thought had never passed my mind. I’m entirely too fascinated and devoted to dark, western (or should I say, westernized creatures) that I overlook those which are entirely applicable. Sphinxes are neat and this is a lovely response, thank you.