Rumour has it the enemy is me

Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me. Instead of making friends, all I make are frenemies. Enmity concealed behind generalised amity. No enmore theatre showcases apathetic antipathy. Neon nobility in a skein, drink mead in a park. Paper bag princess, hark, a stegagraphic tyrant. Kimberly, the pink ranger. Gate keeper of the heart. Arrest […]

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