No, I shall not look your way, although I might. Not to turn and seek your eyes is a great feat; It is enough to share in this bright bulb light, That bathes us, separated by just one seat. Yes, I say bathe even though this light is fake, For we share a light … More What are you writing?
Prey allow me to make your humble aquaintance. I am a coxcomb. The jester’s livery. The Jupiter of Jollity and Mercury of Mirth. My one function: to beautify and orbit the radiance of King Lear, and dwell in the eternal eclipse of his Deified orbit. Before my trampling, that is. You see, my master … More Foresight