Thoughts From The Peacock Angel

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I loved a man once, now I only have his bones to remember him by

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I’m partial to white blazers with nothing under them

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Don’t infantalize me, Brett

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In my home the forest is neatly organized and free of dirt. The forest outdoors loathes me for my superiority.

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The lamb cannot sit at table with the carnivores

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I look at Nathaniel across the breakfast table and seethe

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You were conceived before this fireplace on a bed of unthreshed wheat imported from Siberia and I’ll be damned before I let you make me regret that wheat importation fee and the amount of bribe money I had to pay to get it through biosecurity, you little bastard

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Hearth and home and homunculi roaming the property unseen

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The designer was initially against a Lisa Frank theme, but we came to a compromise