Laura Myers

I remain victim to my nurturing tendencies and fool to my fixation with love, an affection of ample supply, an abundance which may easily assume futile in such excess on account of the contemptible pestilence which I so readily , so frivolously award with no recognition and even more so no compensation… how could one anticipate any other outcome?
I am well aware of the name I have earned by the mass of conventional swine and equally so I remain aloof. They spit “ignorant” so pretentiously and pickle in the glory of thier “worldly knowledge”, and in fact to thier imprudence, they marvel at thier common eye for such “dextireous” abilities to characterize me with my sovereign feature which they assume.
but pride is a stubborn curruption which canot be reasoned with an most certainly cannot be interrigated along with his dear sister “Jelousy”. Together they govern bitter sweet ever strong in the minds of the weak.