Pheasant & S¢ent

Some people are boldly pathetic and hastier “than others” to put a title and a frame around broken portraits that fell into the grave along with good and bad memories.

In addition, unethical broken lines of the portrait features which fades from perfection to blotches as well a darken smudges?

Due to constant wear and tear accumulated over the journey that relationship does.

Some men will do just about anything to stick their empty rifles and the end of their shovels, into the stinky waters deploring mud, in search of affections and love, but I hold no grudges amongst natural born Grim-Reaper-Rebound-Grave-Diggers nor dead duds.     

Grim-Reaper-Rebound-Grave-Diggers seek feminine vulnerability instead of enforcing changes on our exes self-esteems, they force their inspiration into missionary erected between her and sheets, while our former women encounter our once held position in romance.

They lower their self-respect, esteem and undergarments at the credentials of Grim-Reaper-Rebound-Grave-Digger's concocted compliments and devil like jesters.       However, Grim-Reaper-Rebound-Grave-Diggers fail to see that there is not a replacement for a philologist as myself.

The damages have already been done; the dead cannot be revised nor revived.

What was once apart of the land of the living is no longer alive, the juices of her secreted guarded cherry has swollen over to puss ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Thanks to the wisest of men's credibility, Grim-Reaper-Rebound-Grave-Diggers; they carry the casketed burdens of our left over dead weight relationships.

Therefore, I honourably admire and insist to applaud these trying individuals.

I commend and send my regards as a small token of my appreciative gift.

Grim-Reaper-Rebound-Grave-Diggers use our rejections and discrepancies of our graved yard relationship as a gaining tool and fisher's men bait to make the best of a funeral