Great mischief causeth the birth of Beatrix.
The rash around my neck hast converted into a polyp and I am in a dark-blue-cobalt mood. What shall aid me? For if I must die , and fall in the earth with deep swoon, at least my company of men shall mournest my departure. Am I not the earthiest and fairest of women? Thus, what sin hast I commited to deserve seeing visions of the gay-blood boy everywhere? And, by my truth I am not able to withstand the hate of seeing the boy, therefore I pry the high Janus and Cybeles in heavens to have mercy on my soul.
I receiveth confirmation from God Janos that life is a cycle and that because he is connected with beginnings and endings my life will get a whirl. From Godess Cybeles I learned ... well, never to cavilate naked in the houses of others because my time will get kinky.
When I am dead, dress me in my fairest clothes and lay me in a barge all covered with black pearls and steer it down the river till it reach the court.
Oh. ¡Bad Heavens!!! This polyp seemst to be a little third head. Hence the name my mother Lady Victoria chose on me. Who would have thought it! Beatrix art the name of my third head!
posted by Morgana Anakina Black @ 3:45 AM
4 Comments:
Men thinketh that in order for a good knight to be born henceforth needeth the woman to make good practice in riding a horse and master the contours and movements of this exercise. Not always. Truly, there must be needeth a good polyp!!!
what the heck is a polyp and are you role-playing or something or are you high?
ok...nvrmnd...i get it...lol i didnt look at the url...sry bout that...go you!!
heyloseriamtalkingtoyou,:
The gent in this modern age keep me guessing.
"heyloserimtalkingtoyou" was in the forth age,in a parallel world a known person to me. I met thou and said "ThOu are gay".
Now, that all comunion is dead,I say the same: Thou are a gay-blood!!! May war be onto thee!!!
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