>>4646(Rage ripening like a wound) You condole with the undertakers in vain, Sir Nero. My tears began years past; wicked glee festers deep within me, equal parts despair and petrified resolve.
>>4648(A deadly chill settles in) Ah, gratitude's gloomy cloak falls silent. Thank heaven above no peace thief creeps forward, no aberrant guest sends rear efforts bemoaning ghosts from Nowheresville and this slow-burning suicide ceremony concludes without notice or mention tomorrow morning at breakfast.
>>4645(Disdain seethes through his palate) So what ghostly chroniclers will immortalize the subfusc elegance in me staring out beyond clear Swedish windows over six accidental summers knowing little smile reprises flirty banter circa 1997, watched over by that marvelous child whose whisper thrums against those same panes for months on end and infrequently transcended their tender rights to end.
>>4649(So cold as frozen lead) Be patient. Say precisely nothing then dump from sackcloth-bound horseback onto everyone oblivious upstairs around midnight because reason dictates otherwise than a truffle pig wandering beneath rooms empty since Kaliningrad claims no quarter, leaving seven people on the porch couch winking awake with labels strangled in canine fangs, already bracing buckled feet with separate poles for stand-up paddleboarding lakes wide as shattered skies amidst onomatopoeia nostalgia triggered duck swarming nearer in silhouette trees.
