to start off,
here's my little pinned-
Hi! I'm ed/#νσєυχ/voe-cal/captainscree and I am a big fan of Good things, Equality, modernist fiction, kafkaesque literature, a lot of romance, poetry and prose, cute and wholesome things, Jazz and classical music, creativity and Love.
I'm lazy today (a lie, but eat it as an excuse anyway) so instead of Life After You, have Iefan's 176-word song that would have been a spell if he could cast spells instead.
The scene will be in ValFan, but not all of what's written here.
Read here: https://t.co/IIZiefEYk9
So now I gotta write poetry like Captain too except not really, because I can't allow myself to use commas like,,
And then;
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,, anyways,
You get the point.
"As I perchance hereafter shall think meet to put an antic disposition on"
If truth be told, there is no antic disposition, nor will there ever be an act of spite.
No weeping, and if there is, he will not be the motive of these tears.
There is nothing but my mother's words.
Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father.
But you must know your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his
I still hate Claudius- wwwwwww