At_Last

On optimism:

"I keep my sights ever upward to the heavens and thus avoid the crush of falling angels."

An untitled note penciled in a margin :

With all their lying darts Hanging from my heart No loving blood is left to bleed This carcass of civility Is wont of flesh on which rats feed. Breezes whistle on my emptiness. As a skeleton I walk the night.

Clearly, if you should ever be stopped dead in your diatribe by a dark and mysterious man growling "Devil's tongue!", watch out! For Gavin McGuiness is, indeed, a dangerous man. Look at what he has done to me.

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