A vignette and a fond farewell in 4 parts: wordplay! Intrigue! Wry bemusement! Melancholy! All in one! Look forward to the exciting prospect of ham fisted prose and cloying faux poetry. Prepare for disappointment!
with a past as fraught as yours and such an utter lack of a future you have no choice but to worship your present.
So you tumble ignorantly towards the perilous inevitability that even now gallops ever faster toward you.
Look damn it, open your eyes you fool. protagonists tend to ignore the chorus. Well dear, don’t say you weren’t warned. Fool. Damned fool.
Those aren’t mermaids singing. the shipwreck nears. You, lashed to a Pole and you’ve left your ears unstopperd. Why can’t you see it? Who is so gross that cannot see such palpable device?
Say what you will of me but “I am but mad north by northwest,when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.” my mad prophesies have been right before, or have you forgotten that too?
Where have you gone Humbert Humbert? All the true romantics are dead, or criminals, madmen or worse. The world has no more use for florid verse, all it wants is a useful, dutiful, unquestioning purse. A blank, a mark, a franc a Quark.
This is truly the most laughable of your chameleon personalities. I mean really, have you finally exhausted every other cliche?
Free at last free at last good God almighty free at last