Meta Correspondence
To my unwitting scribe,
It appears that in a moment of egotistical presumptuous enthusiasm, you have thought to bite off more than you can chew in me. I will but warn you once of the vile and wicked machinations of my imagination. You may for all intents and purpose consider yourself both liberal and depraved of mind (such are the fortuitous trappings of this modern world, enabled significantly by the easy anonymity and instant publication of your chosen media). Be under no misapprehension however, that I shall tolerate censorship by your own misguided social conscience. I take no prisoners, and as such, if bile is to be spewed into the faces of our audience then not only shall it be done post haste, but rest assured that I will garner immense pleasure not just by doing so, but by holding their faces at an agreeable angle that they shall not be spared its entire projectile. I revel in the unspeakable Madame, nor will my tongue, quill or cock be tempered, restrained or burdened by decency.
Should your phony scruples and virtue acquiesce to take up forced hibernation for the duration, then our enforced marriage will be all the more lubricated for it. That is not to say however, that I am a staunch fanatic of lubrication in every situation that might arise.
Now get on with frigging applying me to various communities (I care not which), so that the lechery and profanity may truly begin. This procrastination is tiresome already.
Regretfully yours,
The Marquis.
It appears that in a moment of egotistical presumptuous enthusiasm, you have thought to bite off more than you can chew in me. I will but warn you once of the vile and wicked machinations of my imagination. You may for all intents and purpose consider yourself both liberal and depraved of mind (such are the fortuitous trappings of this modern world, enabled significantly by the easy anonymity and instant publication of your chosen media). Be under no misapprehension however, that I shall tolerate censorship by your own misguided social conscience. I take no prisoners, and as such, if bile is to be spewed into the faces of our audience then not only shall it be done post haste, but rest assured that I will garner immense pleasure not just by doing so, but by holding their faces at an agreeable angle that they shall not be spared its entire projectile. I revel in the unspeakable Madame, nor will my tongue, quill or cock be tempered, restrained or burdened by decency.
Should your phony scruples and virtue acquiesce to take up forced hibernation for the duration, then our enforced marriage will be all the more lubricated for it. That is not to say however, that I am a staunch fanatic of lubrication in every situation that might arise.
Now get on with frigging applying me to various communities (I care not which), so that the lechery and profanity may truly begin. This procrastination is tiresome already.
Regretfully yours,
The Marquis.