Consumating's Question of the Week

[the_deli_llama]

Tell us your most devious revenge fantasy (or true story)!



At the end of the fight, I just want to sit down. My revenge is lost in melancholy repose.

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When cats run home and light is come,

and dew is cold upon the ground,

and the far-off stream is dumb,

and the whirring sail goes round,

and the whirring sail goes round;

alone and warming his five wits,

the white owl in the belfry sits.

-Lord Alfred Tennyson

(From Consumating)