
Originally Posted by
Psaw
Do you read Shakespeare,? i do sometimes. Try it, the language will lift you up. And then rub your face in the tragedy of being alive. Can you imagine finding your first true love, dead? As above? Imagine the shock firstly, then the horror, and then a bottomless pit of pain?
Lets stop there before it gets out of hand.
Your first love was County, wasnt it? They lost today, away to a non league club, in non league, by five. It must be like being 16, in love, finding your angel, your reason for being alive, but separated which only inflames passions, prone, lifeless still.
With five calling cards strewn across her bodice.
Ohhhhhhh, the chagrin. There is nothing you can do. Impotent, detached, powerless to alleviate, hers, or your suffering. You plunge into the coal fired pit of hell, where pain is everlasting, deep, hot and penetrating, like those five goals were. Penetrating her body like the tank killing missiles in the Ukraine.
I can help though. Think of the Carpenters.... Sing, sing a song, etc. Or Janis Ian, at six****.
Hoppy of Wellington road Littleport