A DEEP SENSE OF ANGST ,TROUBLES ME FAINT.

A DRIBBLE DRABBLED BOOK CASE FILLED WITH MISSHAPEN KEEPSAKES.

A FOUNTAIN PEN WITH A PRONOUNCED GRIN,WRITES ANXIOUSLY AS IT BEGINS.

THESE INCANDESCENT IDIOSYNCRASIES PROTUDE PROMISINGLY THROUGH SOLLITUDE FORESTS.

WHERE DO I GO TO CONFIDE MY...