WE ARE THE FIASCO

Why is it I only feel love, stop, drop, no I feel stopped, I mean I can feel gloved, but what’s the fight if it’s pushed to fixed & licked before we ever started, ever started? ..words regaurded as starters, regaurded as moments.. My moment, thwarted, I would give my name, a heart & a bad idea, last names & shames, before the last song, you think you do no wrongs, lies & sighs were never worth it, but you just know songs and solouettes & long, long, long, long sentences that go on and on like oh like.. forget regrets, and make best of what you thought your life could be, the best, the best, it could be, you cant see so I see.. Something.. That could be..

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In the 19th century, the famous horror writer, Egdar Allan Poe, wrote a book called ‘The narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym’.

It was about four survivors of a shipwreck who were in an open boat for many days before they decided to kill and eat the cabin boy whose name was Richard Parker.

Some years later, in 1884, the yawl, Mignonette, foundered, with only four survivors, who were in an open boat for many days. Eventully the three senior members of the crew, killed and ate the cabin boy.

The name of the cabin boy was Richard Parker.