Leviatha Sentius the Hopeful Olim passer nomine Leviatha Sentius Plenus Spei erat. In silva procera implicata habitavit incolente in solitudine. Cum somnia sua et aerem temperatum decerperet, Leviatha solum voluit videre solem lunamque. "Quae apparuerunt?" sibi dixit. Omnia umbrosus et obscurus erant. Leviatha consilium excogitavit: vespere volaret e nido ad cacuminem arboribus. Hac via diem ammisit poteratque inspicire ambo simul tempus.
Interdiu Leviatha Sentius de miraculis caelestibus cogitavit. Si in solem lunamque spectaverit, egebit numquam rursus cogitare! Videret mentem galactis sciretque arcanum omnem!
Dum nox appropinquat crescivitque umbra silvae opacior, Leviatha Sentius volavit acriter ad altitudines turrium corticis. Trepide subridit, inscius cuius manentis. Demergens per folia, Leviatha invenit tandem cupiditatem! Inspexit primus lunam et stellas. "Erant unicae in amoenitate!" Leviatha adfirmavit iucunde. "O, at solem! Ego dediscerem ante occidendum."
Leviatha vertit soli. Quam mirus erat! L
Blushcou'rWorry relics equal fiber
Failing as they tread
Below the noose Emotion.
Thee so disproportionate
Applaud nirvana nerves
When they are dead.
Clever thief, you thieve a form of rain cloud,
Yet of they athirst refrain you to obey.
A care for never abdicating
That which nourished we
Is a sensation worth wielding
Though you may asphyxiate.
You couldn't care if it was thunder;
To that I can't relate.
Of Prince nomine Worry.
Of the rain and of the thunder,
Should you tell us of their fate?
I Tie Love to a Lion's BalloonI tie love to a lion’s balloon.
A salon rinses curls that soak and shake away the
scents of other girls.
Wrung-out bonnet of acacia shampoo.
A boutique is our zeitgeist.
Thalia ItaliaWhy, audience, throw tomatoes at tragic plays for being tragedies?
Life is tragic; eat them during a comedy.
To tragedy she tends to tease.
Talented intrinsic comedy release.
Acts antecedent made lacrimal the coterie
underneath such secretion manifest vineal priests.
Such vineal priests.
At branches’ ends tomatoes worship pendulous
swaying neatly neat.
Cleavers axe their thorny stems.
The atheist coterie, now above their seats
aim savagely tomatoes to the sad stage beneath.
There then seen is Thalia, comic masque in hand,
playing her funny bugle! The ivy, a fragrant snake at her command,
slithers about her feet as they skip,
leaping to actors dead.
She knows them dead;
with laughter-filled persuasion she causes them to stand!
Holding hands in merriment the cast in circles leap
like the muse of idylls delights.
Frowns into smiles form and keep;
Death atop his darkest horse removed.
The audience, although jubilant, continues to weep.
Lovers out of script reuni