Good morning, miss Daisy/mister John/dear Elliott:

If you’ve come to the point of reading this, I admit that my currently writing in English is nothing but a fad; I’m only using Romanian on my blog.

Good morning, good morning!
(-Bow, you idiot, bow as soon as you can touch the floor)
I bow before you, gentle audience, you represent all that I live for and I hope I represent a fraction of you life. (Not that your life was worth much, but I’m supposed to be frantic and attract fatality with a smile and some honey) I endorse to any point of view that needs such treatment, I strain ankles, I hush children, I accept the image of yourself you want to show me and I expect all you possess in exchange. (Oh, you won’t regret it, unless you care about your own entity, which is foolish, because it has an end and all transient things are a different kind of special) I can tell there’s something on your mind, kind sir, dear lady, let me prove you wrong and cut some feathers off your wings. (You wouldn’t ever fly anyway) I have been told you misunderstand clear sounds, can’t distinguish right from wrong. (Of course you can, you’re just too much of a coward to admit it) That’s alright, kind sir, dear lady. There’s a treatment for everything. (And yours doesn’t even cost much, your soul and 2 paperclips to assure that your actions are consequent to your way of thinking) So trust in me, for I am much more than magical, I’m real and that’s more than you could ever whisper to a lover’s ear. But I don’t judge, be at ease.
(-Bow, you idiot, bow)
I bow before you and look forward to seeing you(r insides) soon.

(Since I’m at it, might as well play it completely low and flash my deviant account: dawnearly.)