seventeen

[starstruckstray]

What wretched fuckery seizes my pen?

O cursed, cursed brothel, savaging both sanity and dignity with all the glee of an addled vagrant, his pox-ridden, syphilitic mind incapable of the intelligence granted to the most lowly mound of excrement, drying and cracking beneath the harsh, unrelenting light of the sun.

[A pause, as he tries his damnedest

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[pinkhairedchild]

Your grasp on the language is colorful, though the meanings escape me?

(translation: Ooh, you said bad words, but I dunno what they mean!)

[starstruckstray]

Tis nothing more than the result of my excessive choler and unworthy of eyes such as yours.

[redrobinhood]

I pray thee sister let it alone, Kiba speaks to the occasion in a manner which makes him poet laureate in terms of giving the very essence of the situation precisely in which it should be described. This is a lesson that I will see to when you are no longer a imp who lurks below my knee caps.

[Translation: Blood, he's a fucking genius. I'll tell ya when you're older.]

[starstruckstray]

It gladdens me to find a kindred spirit in these trying times. Hail to thee, brother.

[subject_e0057]

If this is indeed a brothel, then where art the concubines and the ladies of the evening? Where in this crystalline contraption, this synthesized sphere of life and loss do the harlots and the heathens hide their provocative presence? Where might a man (Or, if the fairer sex should feel so inclined or adventurous, a woman) find a seller of carnal pleasures and excitement?

While there are certain women of ill-repute available, as one does not need to name (For she names herself,) this hardly constitutes an efficient house of whores. To be lacking in the delight of a body, muscular, toned, and experienced to writhe and delight in the events of an evening with-- To find oneself yearning for the warmth of a slick tongue, softly brushing at the neck while her eyes softly open. It almost seems as though there is a certain, mysterious, exotic mist to them as he full lips part, bosom heaving in a wanting, desperate pant for simply more.lacking in this, I context the fact that this is a 'cursed' brothel- There are far too few visible breasts

[starstruckstray]

I submit that a sinister power has its way with us daily, thinking to compensate us with the occasional wonder, as though we could be so easily satisfied.

Crying here

[snowburned]

That's actually sort of poetic until you think about what the words mean.

<3 And I can't keep this up, I know it. XD

[starstruckstray]

I stand by my words. They are eminently suited to the cesspool which swirls verily and yea, shittily, day by accursed day.

But you do it so well

[snowburned]

I can't disagree with them. I'm not sure why I'm not affected, but I'm grateful for it.

If you want to vent some aggression, we could always spar.

It's haaaaard. *whines* XDDD

[starstruckstray]

Any pursuit which pries me from this journal would be sorely welcomed.

[esoteric_rose]

(ooc: cannot stop laughing)

My deepest sorrow is for you, as I too am afflicted with this lamentable condition. But given the benevolence of the stately Tree that presides over all, I pray that the residents will not have to bear this burden for an eternity.

(Translation: Sorry about that, I got it too. But with the Tree, I don't think we'll have to deal with it much longer.)

[starstruckstray]

And yet the smallest passage of time seems to span eons when we are afflicted in such a manner.

(ooc: <3 Thanks! XDD)

[flenceburgsbest]

Apt.

I now find my three captivating roommates to be imitating the words you have written, and find myself forever pelted with a rain of woe, alack, and - as you say - shit.

I pray you will pay your debt to society for this outlandish behavior.

[starstruckstray]

This 'outlandish behavior' is payment and punishment at once. It flays my soul with the barbs of ten thousand stinging nettles.