I married myself in hopes of living in holy matrimony, 'til death would do me 'part I grasped at the clouds, oblivious to a world that seemed like an illegitimate bastard. Avaricious, gluttonous, sweet-fixing becoming dreamlost in these epicurean delusions of grandeur. I married myself in sickness and in health. I eventually folded because realism transcended idealism. Those 'isms were the bane of my failed marriage, so I divorced myself... citing irreconcilable differences.