A Seranade to Beauty Everlasting
"Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure! Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.” Lord Byron, Don Juan
...BY THAT TIME MY antagonized mind was bubbling with the lewdest of obscenities dredged up from the coarse sediment of my darkest sentiments, the delirium-inducing effects shaping my mind into little more than a pillory for the malformed husk of a b***h that she had become: yes, a pillory, because the very admonitions which had sprung from the well of her swelling animosity ensured that sleep was a laughable, contemptible, essentially repulsive notion. Sleep. Sleep? Sleep! Yes ... hmm ... how ludicrously evil ... argh, I thought, yes, perhaps I would sleep, out of sheer spite if nothing else. What a third-world torturer it would make me to beh
