clams and Maine [6/192]
the US: *exists*
the Anti-Spisulans: "stop marrying clams"
the US: fuck off, you bunch of Georges the Third, here's a John Hancock for you 🖕
Jamington Fredericksworth: *is engaged to a clam but in Maine for his health*
-Elizabeth I wrote the plays
-the Earl of Oxford wrote the plays
-an anaphasic life form wrote the plays
-nobody in the state of Maine is allowed to eat soup [142/192]
-nobody in the state of Maine is allowed to marry a clam [143/192]
I am sorry. Did you know that before you left? The saddest things on earth are the things we believed we never had to say. The things we thought the other saw in a look or felt in the pressure of a hand. I am sorry. Come back. [169/192]
Nothing can make up for what we have done. To you, to me, to each other. Words are laudanum not cure. I can only hope you have found happiness, and regret that it was not and shall never be with me.
Time was ever a sly beast, and I am no hunter. I shall try again by some other means, with hands I know better and words you might hear. Remember me until I am once more able to remember you.
oh right, penurious heterosexuality [166/192]
it spells FUCK YOU.