| .My Own Design. Innocence it is something to be desired I suppose yet something so soon lost whether on the playground or in the bedroom Innocence is something to be reckoned with Loss (of innocence, that is) is an eventuality inexorable in its very unavoidableness I am my own Sutpen an in my scheme machinations plans desires I am free it's like pie put all the ingredients in (boom) perfection revenge regret Sutpen kismet loss (of recollection) ( regret) ( pain) maybe innocence is not such a good thing after all |
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