Nothing really matters, but Me.

Any way the wind blows.

"Everywhere you go these days, this person is there also. They have insinuated themselves into all your favourite soirees, tea-parties and balls. This is unacceptable."

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

-William Blake, "A Poison Tree"

Guileful,
Gratified,
and still Yours Always,


Le Corset.