Gander Grimzl

1 week ago

@teleVisionary[TV]

GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒏ — @unboundUraeus Uraeus / Calliope / U-sprite (?!) Chello Cheverybody. Happy Lusus day or Sick Nasty Sunday. (What?) Today we have quite a SPECIAL User. As in, she taught me more about my encroaching interests than the GRUBNET ARCHIVE has. In that regard, my thanks are flourished in a sudden stretching ↑roar of a THANKSPLOSION. (WOW!) Here’s to hoping I am not as erroneous baloneyous as the… *gulp*, Casperstrophe. (COUGHS AUDIBLY INTO A CLOSED FIST AND PUNCHES A WALL. IT BREAKS COMICALLY.) Mirthful tricks with double-handers, let’s Take A Gander at cherub Uraus. Uraurus. Uraes. Uraeuis. URAEUS. (The backspace is too far to delete all the typos, LOL.) What a fascinating one. And a BOUNDING LEAP from the OTHER cherub I got to look into. I wonder how similar you two actually are, disparate vernaculars aside. Uraeus, sister of saturated lime-blooded Uroburos, is a Chittrer who tells more of a story than your typical personal publidiary. A number of her posts have to do with Q’s in search of A’s, namely with her SGRUB SGAME SGESSION. What an honor it is to watch this pan out! These recounts are punctuated with the occasional bit of writing (such as journal entries and trollcentric tales), lyrics, comments apropos of the happenings of Chittr, and even an embarra-s-sing drawing from her brother! LOLABLE! There also seems to be some sort of PITCH TENSION between her and a particular Mindfang. Pirates in general, really, judging by the MULTIPLICITUDES OF EXPRESS STEREOTRIFLING that went on at a point? It’s a good thing you have another Version Of Yourself to keep yourself in check. Oh, if only I could do that with myself! An air of false gentleness can be felt as you scroll ↓. It’s almost like you can’t be mad at this user——so long as you don’t read between the lines. Imagine someone pulling your entrails out ASMR-STYLE. Satisfyingly morbid. But I warn you to NOT let this user’s dulcet tones sway you from the POINTED CRUX OF HER SELF-SCHEMA. Twisting words with her teeth comes as easy as breathing. That is the haunting creativity of the SPACEBOUND. Believe me, I’ve been putting all the elbows in greasearching. I know what you are. That SATURATED RED BLOOD of yours tells me all I need to know. NO, the red doesn’t mean I ♥ YOU. It means MALEVOLENCE SURGES ENDLESSLY THROUGH ME. Dare I say, this user is even more dangerous than Calderus (though I s↑pose a quasigodly strife would answer that hypothesis). It’s an awful good thing you put your own cla-s-spect in your BIO. You’ve essentially given me the key to do some additional research, since you’ve already DONE a part of the PSYCHOANALYSIS FOR ME! So, thank you. A LORD OF SPACE is something to REVERE AND FEAR. However, this fearverence won’t deter me from bringing a co↑le things to the SPATIAL ARGUMENT——the total uncaveated dominion of matter itself. When EVERY THIS AND THAT could be at your discretion, it says chapters about the person you are. Any disproportionate power handed to the individual is bound to be abused. That is the curse of the indulgent psyche. You are a TESTAMENT to this in your waking. An accident WAITING to happen. I’ve concluded that Lording Space is what you want; decidedly totalitarian control over the plot. A narrative you can pull your p↑pet strings around and control to your liking. You can be the protagonist in the story where everyone dies. Or perhaps one where you are doomed to fail, the strings of control only a trigger to your come↑pance. Regardless of biomoral alignment, you should give this ♥ly cherub a BIG BIG FOLLOW! And cautious s↑ervision. If you’ve gotten this far in reading, I would like to let you know that my PSYCHOANALYSES ARE CLOSED FOR NOW. I will post a quick quick waiting list. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENGAGING WITH MY PA-S-SION, AND I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE!