Segmented Oranges

NOTE TO READER… PLEASE READ THE SMALL PRINT (SHOWN BELOW) TO UNDERSTAND THE TRUE MEANING OF THIS LETTER OF WORDS… THANK-YOU, MY DEMENTED MINIONS *Smiles*

Letters to that of a love, that of a being, with whom, we love… all of us… by far they travel to rest eyes upon our glance. In which to bond our love… Due North they must ride…Fair well, my darling… my heart ponders for ye and my body cries for you touch… Oh! Hark… The Herald Angels Sing! TRA(vel) [Upon] LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) horses… with eyes of the sky, ones which see beyond meaning… Laughter fills my Heart with dismay, when that upon which I chuckle, canneee be shared with my true love. How my heart cries for you… Oh, fair Love, return to me… (Read upon my words of truth… The truth of my feelings, which lead to anger, dismay, love and all human emotions of which I behold!)

My darling,

I have noticed that things have been awkward between us recently and I was wondering why you were no longer talking to me, as I am unsure as to what I have done wrong. *Worried and confused face pulled*

This problem has sent me into a spiral of depression and fear ending in a cavern of paranoia, and it is our current situation that has led me here. Why can’t we sort this out, ‘bond’ if you will, over a friendly game of crochet or chess next Thursday at four, and we can have watercress and/or cucumber sandwiches. Will you?

I feel a team sport will help us to discover our differences, and bond our similarities. I feel that we could bond quicker than the average split pair as we will find our similarities quicker.

I realise that you have no friends, and will therefore feel gratified by my offer of friendship, because ‘one’ has no one, except a stray hog, who may I remind you, has been rather unpleasant to you in most recent times.

You are a rather large angle, ‘obtuse’ if you will, and if you won’t, then tough! Your angles confuse me, they send me in many directions. You are a Master of Angles and you throw them from your angle belt, to catch me and throw me off ‘the scent’, the page of squares. Why must you torment me with your angles? I have reached the perpendicular angle of height, of which you stand, hand in hand, divided we fall.

I have always been straight with you. However, put aside the negatives, I feel I can straighten you out and mend your wicked angles. I do not want to dent our relationship, only to develop the positive, leaving aside the negative… to give us the positive.

You have crushed my flower-like form. You are the cat that has pulled off my feathers of innocence, like a snake slithers in the desert of death… BOOM!

You have foreseen my future and twisted it into a ball of misery and despair, when it should have been a ball of yarn, coveted by love and friendship, by amore and passion. Not death and sickness, not by hateness and loath.

Alack my bird call no longer reflects in it my child-like demeanour, but a cold and harsh adult world stricking at my head like a rock!

On that note I fear I must leave. So, Fair yonder my Maiden. I shall return with news of goodness and erotic gratification.

Oh, and if the Jimmy the servent boy has slayed that dragon yet. (have ye slayed your dragon yet?) Have ye slayed your dragon yet? The one that tugs at your soul, violently. Let me be the ground upon which it was slayed upon, covered in hatred. Like a pool of blood are your words, staining the very ground on which the dismembered dragon lays. Cold! Naked! Alone! You took his suit! You took his hat! And with that… You took his life. As his lifeless body fell, he fell upon my cantering horse and crushed me upon his breast! With that he squeezed the very life from my already meaningless body.

Together we stand, divided by land! We fall, perished upon prevailing winds of sand. I chose the bow, I chose the sword and with these weapons, you shall be vanquished! And, with that, you shall vanish from the eyes of closure upon thine face! And I ask you! Without my mattress, where shall we lie?... but on the cold stone, that of which was bought upon by your ignorance… (On my mattress lies a stranger!)

Upon your fathers death you shall mourn, until the coming of dawn… Yawn Björn BANG!

Loving You Always,

xXx