"We're Antique and Unacceptable..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

To-day fails, so let's just do some silly things with the LJ generator.

"Bitch who wanted a dress and said she wasn't going to catch a priest? Those are the most vain, and the Beast to-day, because it was because all those warriors Trojan and Argive never went home, went back, went on because Patroclus was a pig ? Wow. That was a complete random put-together of the last three or four things I've written. XD

He's going to die quietly in my head desperately wanting to be at least got looked in on by somebody who thought, hey, that kid could use a square meal. Epi, your life fails. Even more than mine.

because I couldn't get along right with the other organs the Bird settled down for its supper ;______; DON'T EAT ME! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!

the conversation went as follows: Soujin: It's the evil pagans will take over the world, kneels. He will kill anyone he is to love . I just like to marry, says his therapy is doing so awfully. He's really just--barely holding on. I wish he would lie there with blood and intestine all over myself and freeze my arms to-day. So perhaps the kitchen's the best idea. I'm going to do? Soujin is going out hunting." "What's wrong with that? He goes out hunting, he likes to know. Wow. I just--wow. I have no idea.

And here's one from Horatio's journal, wtf.

My Lord, I am returned. My gentle Rosencrantz--where art thou, my Rosencrantz? I have some small thing for thee. My Lord King Fortinbras? *has taken a tincture, and is trying to make sure he doesn't spill) and hits his head on the bottom, in black paint, is a good idea*

so Horatio is bread baking; and hands, ash crosses on his eyes frequently moving to class on his fingers anxious at his small teapot, a horrible a book and respect of cups monogrammed with a moment now, he shows us God helpless as pretty as they ever are--he's content, much more tired lines than it disintegrates-- he doesn't want anyone; just because of love, and helping him to pray, that's all day to pretend that we mean of course because Lent's the counter as to read his dead tissue before that!

...Horatio's are as bad as mine.

*crawls off and is ex-Soujin*

Comments

[mhari.livejournal.com]

No ex-Soujins! I do not approve! *snuggleses*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I'm pushing up daisies!

[mhari.livejournal.com]

--she's just restin'--!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

This Soujin's shuffled off her mortal coil!

[mhari.livejournal.com]

:P She'd better resurrect, that's all.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Maybe later. ^_^

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

"cups monogrammed with a moment" is a pretty phrase.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I get some of my poems from the silly thing. ^_~

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

... My journal doesn't work with it, because it's locked, but Hamlet's...

yet 'twas not the words. How sleepeth the king, but warm with hellfire, all his sins upon his head. How sleepeth he, indeed, but in the sitting room, to one side of the window for a moment of thought, he plays, as if he has had too much and he has never known before, is-- afraid. for is his father whose tomb he prayed by, whose name was his own and yet still he is not well-- that much is obvious. He would not tell of his battle with the tree; he has been alone no matter, and may as well find something that suits itself to the old King of Norway, or perhaps there's just no way to argue with the ghost, but perhaps he will tell Horatio. Softly, but not so much-- past that I knew only blackness. Darkness in life replaced by another darkness, and knew I

sighs, softly (it is morning and it is nothing, no big moment, no great step forward (backward?); the tune is perhaps more bits of songs and snatches of notes that he refuses to think on thee. By a thousand yesterdays, a hundred thousand moments past, I charge myself this year be some thing anew. 'Twas not a sad sigh), and wonders if perhaps Horatio will come to join him; until then, he sits, and smiles, and once in a happy light, and they shall weather, thou wilt have't. Horatio, my Horatio, my-- Horatio. I love thee. 'Tis this night an eve, yet not so. 'Tis most like a flower-- yet not so. 'Tis most like-- *he sighs, puts the pinwheel on the table before him, and Melimela is curled up beside him and purring softly* *and he is, perhaps deep in thought, and only once in a state of decay*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...Okay, this? Sounds just like normal!Hamlet, anyway.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Doesn't it, though?

...Only once in a state of decay.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yeeeeep.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

one of rosencrantz's:

is high enough up that he ought to bring gingerbread?) - figure out what guildenstern's favorite food is, i think); decorate tank - win miss hero's heart - ask guildenstern if he'd like to lose your virginity: 5. A bad habit of yours: 6. Your favourite colour: 3. Your middle name: 4. The place you lost or would like to stop and chat anytime --* [ open the box (it's not as hard as it looks), and there's soft tissue paper and sugar cookies inside, thick with white frosting and colored sprinkles and cut in odd shapes -- stars, hearts

-- -- -- it's not nice to lose other people's virginity, guildenstern.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...Indeed it's not.

[lunaedraconis.livejournal.com]

the second horatio one is genuine poetry.

*hugs* and you will not be an ex-Soujin; you will be a very-much-activated-Soujin!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

isn't it? I might make something out of it.

...Ha!