19.3
When a lover is lost
Death daily is the cost
Oh bitter and sweet love
~ Nothing is more painful
~ ~ Nothing’s more beautiful
Remember, Remember, November the fifth.
Remember, Remember, November the fifth.
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
— Vladimir Nabokov
See part two (2 of 2)
p.s.
when I type a certain letter on my phone, it automatically suggests your first name as my wanted word — the name that I do in fact say to myself more that 1,000 times per day — and when I type in another letter, it automatically suggests your family name as my wanted word — a name we jointly chose to drop as an act of emancipation.
p.p.s.
Little Britain redux, well, sort of:
Brexit a bloody farce.
No but yeah but no but…
The B B C
Anna Bidoonism 