Was very confused. I was becoming poorer every day. The depletion was complete. Polymorphous? Where do I find the affinity with saneness? I wanted to quit now, drawing the faces of the dead.
Farce embers, in white fire. Climbing on a fence for a fatal jump after cavorting with drifting icicles of blue eyes. Can you sleepwalk
in full moon? I amecstatic.
White death has become my friend!
