Notes

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Cornerstone - The Article Monkeys

You ask so many questions you know I will never answer, my star. You asked for my poetry so I shall let you read some; on one condition. You let your waves of judgement dissolve in the air as the smoke you exhale does. I hate not writing as much as I usually do, but, alas, my creativity and will to do almost everything has retired my brain as my soul will soon my body.

I would say "Till death do we 'art," but art never dies so, my dear, you are immortal,
-Gloom Boy