Well now! Sounds like our guy is falling a little deeper into the depths of depravity, no? Openly acknowledging his attempts of deceit and manipulation? Ballsy move, if you ask me. What if these Overseer people busted his door down and found his journal? He’d be screwed, right? Not that he’s given them reason to, … More Good & Evil Chapter 16
Well well well, what have we here? Does he love her? What do you think? She’s going to be mine. Sort of an odd term to use, right? Almost sounds like he views her as property. Property he doesn’t want to share, as it seems. So, here’s what I wonder: does Mikal love Estella? How … More Good & Evil: Chapter 14
She’s going to be mine. I cannot stand the thought of Donavan having her. I must find a way to convince them that I have become Good. That I’m pure. Today I spoke with the Overseer. I told him how much I appreciated this process, and for opening my eyes. It was something I believe … More Good & Evil: Chapter 13
Almost makes you feel sorry for the girl, huh? Funny thing, love. It’s different in everyone’s eyes, wouldn’t you say? After all, are we sure our good friend Mikal here was intent on the benevolence of his little fling with Estella? Or did he just play the game the right way so he could land … More Good & Evil: Chapter 10
Oh, what shall I do?! There must have been a mistake. I cannot accept this. Mikal has been Filed left! I shan’t see him again, and my heart aches when I think of it. All this time we’ve spent in anticipation, patiently waiting for the day when we would be Filed together. How could this … More Good & Evil: Chapter 9
You may think these odes of mine Yawn-inducing, wastes of time Yet I attest validity Yes they’re written passionately Yesterday I couldn’t show it Younger me was not a poet Yearn for greatness, one day bestow it Years from now, I hope you know it
X can mark the spot I see Xanax needed this entry Xi is Greek, it’s fourteen Xeroxed words, all randomly Xystus too, as I mentioned Greece Xebecs sailing open seas Xerosis I suffer cerebrally Xenial X was not to me
Very strong, vivaciously Voltage high, tenaciously Veer this verse, voraciously Vaulting over prose you see Violence in these words you read Viking frame of mind have we Vibrant in philosophy Verbiage is our currency
Usually I’d try her number Unfortunately my hearts asunder Used to love her, used to hold Useless now, attempts are cold Until things change for now I’ll be Under this cloak of melancholy Urging progress, longing for more Unable to close the heart wrenching door
There never was a letter That can do as much as me Think about it really hard and Thank me when you see The other letters hate me Though, because of jealousy They say it’s not fair that I rhyme That super easily
How the World Should Work 