solitary, alienated, and malcontent

Solitary, Alienated, and Malcontent

It's wrong and too soon to make any assumptions about

the intended destinations, the prizes I expected would be

excruciating amounts of energy, and always seemed about to fly off.

There was something undeniably alluring about the aristocracy of

some mole who finally claws aboveground at the foot of the

inability to pay for a lifestyle upgrade, though

rather than admit to past deficiencies and try to reconcile

a pain the likes of which I'd never inhabited,

that feeling would've been a kind of self-love: look at what I

ought to be really quite loud about ... methods of

the funniest person alive. What I can't convey

was an unmitigated tenderness for something.