Diurnal Journal - On Occasion

Twas as cold as a witches breastie dumplings and the Consular dumper was frozen solid.

A gothically Poe-etic news report! Film at 11?

 

-- Nephele

Natch. Cartoons at 12 (A.M.).

 

Wha, whaa Whaaat!?!

 

Nicely written though...

Twas a quality post, me doth tak'th my hat off(th)????

Author! Author! Brilliant display of understanding the Gloomy Writer's talent, and recreating it on an original idea! Encore!

Wha, whaa Whaaat!?!

 

Nicely written though... Of course!

 

What, My Lord :notworthy: , in particular, don't you understand?

 

Tis the true story of the bloddy facing bricks of the Palace falling down on the crowns of night wanderers. Get it? Or, do I have to write it in Greek especially for you?

 

It indeed was executed well but to second Pantagathus, 'what?'

Me thanks those who have plied me with compliments galore. This I do, and nothing more.

 

What else might one expect from Egyptians :mummy: and Greeks :notworthy: .

 

Is Pantagathus Greek? Enta Yunani?

Is Pantagathus Greek? Enta Yunani?

 

Good grief :mummy:, where have your alleged wits been this past year?

 

Get your entry into the Big Contest!

 

Hahah at first I thought this story was borrowing prose from "The Raven." However it is quite original, beautiful piece of writing... but lol methinks I gets what he speeeeks of!

What, My Lord :notworthy: , in particular, don't you understand?

In particular, what the facing bricks falling have to do with your $hitter freezin up?

What, My Lord :notworthy: , in particular, don't you understand?

In particular, what the facing bricks falling have to do with your $hitter freezin up?

 

:notworthy:

 

The god-Consul sees !

 

1. Domina prez of Co-op.

2. Domina was in 10uhC tending to sister who had operation.

3. felt that he should take a look at crumbling tepee and report status to Prez.

4. Gaius thought that temperature was 45 degrees (F) above, so he went down to Hades with only a shirt (and pants and shoes) on. No jacket.

5. Temperature was more like 45 below. Dark out there in these climes at Witching Hour. Took some time for to see the matter.

6. Teeth commenced chattering; All parts of corpse initiated freezing process, from hair on headquarters to tiny toes on footsies.

7. When process complete, returned to warm apartment and commenced conducting experiments with Triple Sec.

 

Twas this, and nothing more.

 

Does all this clear the fog and raise the shades?

 

Does all this clear the fog and raise the shades?

You hadnt prized the bricks loose yourself had you, in some Cunning Plan to become Archbishop of Bath and Wells? Whilst singing "cunning plans are here again?'

Nah, can't get much for used bricks these days, but the Insubstante Construction Co. is doing the repairs.

 

Don Tomasso

'Ah!' - quoth She - and seeks to know

'Why doth this sound as though it's Poe?'

 

Edgar Allen eat your little fat heart out! The God-Consul has surpassed you!

 

:wub: :wub: :wub: :notworthy: :notworthy: :notworthy:

 

Edgar Allen eat your little fat heart out! The God-Consul has surpassed you!

 

:wub: :wub: :wub: :notworthy: :notworthy: :notworthy:

 

:wub: and All:

 

Verity! Gospel! True genius recognized!

 

My Imperial Glory

 

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Everybody now! Get your essays in. I entertain you not for naught!

 

'Ah!' - quoth She - and seeks to know

'Why doth this sound as though it's Poe?'

 

*Sigh* Ah! AHHHH! Read my first comment up above. I said it first! I did! AND NOBODY KNOWS!

 

I really have to do something to get people's attention...

:

 

Yeah, but you must admit that La Donna Sophia did a great job at recognizing my Genius.