"Why do you coerce me? If you could realise how miserable it renders me, would you desist from forcing me to go to school? Would you not threathen or cajole me anymore? I think I know what I am doing. " cuRRent...jer
pale as the white breeze, the eye cannot maketh its crease, the trough, the zennith, the power...it speaks...it reeks...Oh! how it piques my curiosity! how it delves into the nebulous truth of reality, how it