To spam or not to spam: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler on this internet to suffer the scorn and dislike of an annoying typist, or to take arms against a sea of comments, and by a few words join them? Reply. Comment. 'Tis all. And by a comment say I end the torture and the thousand pokes and jabs my typist gives me? 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. Reply. Comment. Comment-- or paraphrase: Ay, there's the rub. For in that mix of words what plagiarism might be found when we have been forced to comment must give us pause.
I've been looking at your journal's title-- To Erin is Human-- and it really is ingenius, you know. *slight laugh* I'm a man with a fondness for details.
Of your imprisonment will I sing, so dance now, my lady fair, to the these here tunes; first make all your prayer, and turn you to your runes, for you are never fortune's king.. make no mistake, do not err for theirs shall be yours soon-- for yours is theirs, and their fate so subject to the moon; you think that you their fate bring, but soon you'll dance upon their strings.
*smiles a bit* Rejoice in your puppet's misfortune as it lasts, for who knows when the tides shall turn.
HEY CAPS! WHAT'S UP? I'VE ACTUALLY USED YOU A FEW TIMES IN THE LAST COUPLE DAYS. WHICH IS UNCHARACTERISTIC, CUZ I USUALLY JUST LEAN ON THE SHIFT KEY LIKE I'M DOING NOW!
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