Please Do Not Strain Yourself,

Jeez, Someone Needs To Push The Reset Button On This Planet.

A Gentle Breeze Catches In The Branches Then And I Hear It, Soft And Low, A Murmured Prayer--gem-ma, Gem-ma--and Then The Leaves Bend Down And Trail Delicate Fingers Across My Cold Cheeks.

I've Never Done Acid, Finding It Hard To Go Willingly To A Place That Could Be Frightening, Hellish, And Totally Beyond My Control. A Place Much Like High School.

We Are English, And I Expect You To Behave As Such. No More Crying.

Truth Casts A Spell Of Its Own.