User talk:Fibre H. Bundle/sandbox

Wow, what a nice page this is!
I just wanted to publicly admire what a delightful page this is, by dedicating a poem:

I hereby denounce all of my worldly possessions and give light to the mother of stars, and helium, that she is sweet. And yes, oh Hannah, the girl on the bus in summer. But why now have you stopped your crying? I still do, it's not right that you've moved on.

Don't you see?

Don't you see that despite all the signs that I am off, away in another world, tumbling through sweaty bodies and kissing bearded men on sticky, sparse dancefloors, and shaming women not strong enough to keep themselves from me despite how I antagonize them, oh, Hannah, oh.

And you had it right, we would have had a ride for sure. "Long and loopy" -- wasn't that your style? Say what you will if it gets you there in the end you can't knock it too hard. Good on you, my jealous heart releases you.

One release, but so many more shards of memory clutched tight and jealously in the dank sub-basements of my bloody chest. Like Olivia. Like Diana.

I'm sorry Diana, I never knew what to say to you, and still I don't. I am completely at a loss for words. I don't blame you I don't hate you I don't think about you I don't miss you I don't know you, I don't... I don't...

I'm not sure I really did. The years have paled our Us. I see light shining through from behind.

Light from Olivia, and even you, Hannah. Even you, ah.

Light like snow-light, bouncing up brilliantly at odd angles, and making everything pale. Especially Olivia, her light would turn the whole world black and white if it could. That is the danger.

But no, Hannah, I see your yellow light, too, and I wish you well. Beat the odds, please by Christ!

Maybe I'll see you next year when I come home.

Mine,

C. Fibre H. Bundle (talk) 22:28, 8 July 2024 (UTC)