Criminal of Circumstance andCriminal of Circumstance and CompunctionJittery fingers of clammy hands,Tense toes, as are nervous, dull eyes.It is the rush of careful wit,Cleverly executed by the misfit.It is the rush of shame,To find the Who to blame.Until the abnegation sets in,The willingness to do again...The incredible feat, with no reward,But a burden to hide, hard on the rest.A retreat of seclusion...To the darkness of loneliness.Oh what lingers in the mindOf the now-imsomniac...Unhappy, afraid of continuing,A most deplorable opprobrium.
small fonts - good for website designs
gotta make a caps/num/scroll lock popup thinger since i borked some wiring in my keyboard