i thought, bri
efly of killing
my0
self
after that lo
ve poem
i wr
wr
wrote you
just to make a completely and all-together somewhat opposite kind of point
and
i sup
pose that is the pa
rt of me that
ne
ne
ne
ne
eds to die,
isn’t it
darling?
the sieve and the sand 
its different and i like that.
and it gives both shudders and is well written
Fuck you, Mr. Hugo. You god damned beautiful bastard.