Drama drama drama everywhere. Perhaps not in this house but elsewhere in my sphere of communication. People are an odd sort and prone to great queerness and peculiarities. Truly we need floppy shoes and squirting flowers to complete the picture of greasy make-up and dyed green hair.
Send in the clowns.
I am not fond of these ups and downs and turns in all directions. This head of mine is a dizzy little carnival. Slow down, slow down.
My dad is finding out harsh truths about his ex-girlfriend and her many, many men that were conceled until they began to slip out of the paintwork. He has been taken for a ride, the poor fool, but he has seen the light methinks. I hope he will not get deeper into depression and angst, he deserves more than a pointless feud with the crazed and schizophrenic.
Free us from your grasp, devils!!! We are mere mortals and have no time for such games. Our lives are short, let us savour, not suffer.
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