AN: It's not supposed to be random, but I have a feeling that it seems so, anyway.
Oh sorrow! The dread empty, lost purple has come and gone lately, but not I. The lowly blotch of wasted mass, consuming air and feed. Bleach to brighten the bathroom faucet. How I gaze into the far, far cave of life! The others oblivious to my being, the presence of gloom dissatisfaction. Can thou turn the knife? "Oh, why, not I." So, so. An answer unkind. "But tomorrow will be fair."
Leper! I seek distaste in all mine eyes devour. I have found and am pleased. Dear fools who follow one, thy system is lost. Closing moral opinions and abandoning ship; jump high or don't jump at all. Thus such thoughts clammor and break. Random and sudden, yet they come as by appointment. "Sir, the doctor will see you now." Chipping away at the nail on the cross. So, so. Lay hero. Die...
As by appointment.