Voice Post

[beyondback_up]

-Recording. There is a soft scuffling, the lightest hints of someone behind the terminal. A breathy noise, maybe a laugh or exhale, and footsteps coming closer-

So.. so - could it?

-The breathy sound is more discernible as a laugh, though barely.-Midway upon the journey of our life

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[roseambition]

Per me si va ne la città dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.

Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore;
fecemi la divina podestate,
la somma sapïenza e 'l primo amore.

Before me nothing was but things eternal,
and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.

[beyondback_up]

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.

So well read sir.

This is directed at Thylas. :|

[roseambition]

Who mouths justice and invented hell, who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all?

You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks.

It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream.

Have some Aristotle Treize~ .. and some Palahniuk.

[beyondback_up]

The gods too are fond of a joke.

All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

[miss_misa_misa]

Misa-Misa thinks you look familiar.

...

Peotry is boring.

You might know, do they get to keep the eyes when they come here?

[beyondback_up]

Familiar? Perhaps we were meant to meet Misa-Misa.

Most people ignore poetry because poetry ignores most people.

After a month, and Misa has been here since January XD So she has hers XD

[miss_misa_misa]

You do, but your name is different from who Misa thought you were.

You have a stupid name.

...

Then poetry must ignore Misa.

1 : lol B's going to flip when he finds out about the no eyes

[beyondback_up]

[aphonically]

Poem?

[beyondback_up]

The Inferno. Perhaps the world would prefer Milton?

Did you like the poem dear heart?

[aphonically]

Nill likes any poem.

She has heard of Dante's Inferno. She does not know it, but has heard of it.

He can tell Nill more poems if he would like.

[beyondback_up]

Nill, Nill, what a lovely name. Monosyllabic.

A poem? For you dear heart, if you wish.

As thou from year to year hath sung too late
For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

Milton.

[somes_auditus]

Hmm... Another "poet".

How... precious.

[beyondback_up]

A poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

[somes_auditus]

A poet is someone who sees his own world through filters like mosquito netting. They make it pretty, or they make it lust. They can not make it real.

[beyondback_up]

Why would reality be a desire?

[dataentity]

Features same similarities. Seeking to identify individual.

[beyondback_up]

Features... similar?

L you mean?

[dataentity]

Identify yourself.

[beyondback_up]

Ryuuzaki Rue.