“The man that tills in sadness,
I humble the person whom aided you in this madness
The aged tree upon my knee, I have bequested with these:
The morals will never belie their darkened brethern upon me.
I view the open spectrum of the sea, seeing dolphins dance to summer’s end.
Until night begins with the brief wind. But I, with an eye of skeptical appearances,
forbid such trickery, such false covering as in a masquerade; people with the movement so static like macarbre creatures in a dark curtain,slanted. Within this abode, there lies several rooms, but none as worse as the last; the room of dark violet curtains and an eccentric tripod that blazens the night sky with knives and daggers of hot searing flames.
But here I sit, watching dolpins dance, dance till my heart gives away, and all is disarrayed by that subtle violet room. I hear a scream more so, an utter, a man tills in sadness.”
John Alan Hale
Life has many weakness, but none so pivotal on your relationship, than the lust for power, for greed, for the inmost avarice you can feed yourself with. Take a due lesson from these words, if all else fails to process, give me your word, and gladly I’ll aid you sirs and madams, for I may be a hic, but I certainly am not a dull degenerate
who does himself casual dumb looks through an open window.