SPAM POST.

[dizmo]

DFers and puppets, have at.

Anyone else, jump in if you want. The more the marrier.


... Marrier?

Merrier.

I fail at spelling.

Comments

[thylyreofwoe.livejournal.com]

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.

Typist: Note to self: don't rhyme when braindead.

[dizmo]

Oh, trust me, I've never even begun to claim to control them. I know better.

[thylyreofwoe.livejournal.com]

*laughs softly* You are wise, mortal.

[dizmo]

Yes, and more than likely more than a bit insane.

[thylyreofwoe.livejournal.com]

*spreads hands and smiles* It is often so, among mortals, the soft touch of madness.

[dizmo]

Especially around typists. ;)

[thylyreofwoe.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Madness and despair follow in your footsteps.

[dizmo]

*nod*

And wangst.

[thylyreofwoe.livejournal.com]

It is all within my songs.

[dizmo]

Yeah. It is.