down into the forest, i go

the night is o'er... the storm is past... there is nothing but bitter memories of the most recent ordeal... and more will come (ho-hummming)... but 'nough of that... too much of that, methinks... for down into the forest, i go... with a full flowing heart... and a reckless joyful rage for existence... without money, attention, power and influence... without lies... without fantasies... chasing chimeras... i live, i breath, i flourish (if i so choose)... laughing and vaunting at the rosy-fingered dawn... knowest thou not bohemian?!... o, he is a most spirited weathered soul!!... ever to play the gallant muchly... lolol... life is for the living (says i).

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