

The Bohemian
@trillingThrene
Alternian Revolutionary | Void Aspected Ghost | Avid Quadrant Smearer
Chittr myne need for Confession is Dyre. I Fuckinge Hate Eggs.
Twould be a Barryn and Joylyss #MatespritMonday wythout Appreciation Offered to myne Other Half, towards whom there are Myriad Pytious and Myschevious Feelings Towards. @callouslyCynical
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Anythyng but the Samurai Dyscourse, We Wyll Be Here Untyl Next Sweep. #vagueposting
I thynk that lyttle Rust Blood did not cause Enough of a Styr actually.
Why Are we Pytting Bad Bytches Against one another... we could be Observing their Tender Revelations of Affection.
Those Beforans who Chyt about battle and war Concern Me
Verily, twould be Fyne Indeed to vysyt the Shorelyne, but myne pusher styrs yet wyth Trepydation.
............Why would anyone Place a mug there?
Everyone has Dead Wyfe, dypshyt, it came free with your fucknyg Afterlyfe.
I wonder how many of these Chocolates I can fit in myne Mouth
God Damn but it Rayns here a lot.
Oh no myne heart hath gone on their Watery Pylgrymage to the Ablution Dimension. Pray for me, for I shall not see them untyl the turn of a New Era.
It hath been the age of a Dog synce I hath felt so Lyght.
I am attemptyng to alter the growth patterns of this Voyd pocket to increase the variety of Flowers that burgeon forth wythin.
We also had a cook among our number, who was of bronze hue. I have never seen a bosom quite so bountiful. Lyke, seeing that chest heave was as if one beheld the sea amidst a tempest. She was Tyghtly bound to a teal mate, but I admyt at tymes I did behold her and desyre her. I should not have been so Crass in my gaze, but Good Fucking Lorde. #nsfw #probably
Twas somethyng of a tradition wythin the rebellion, to bestow the honor of Myne favor (a kyss) to a fair warrior who stood stalwart wyth us, often in the vanguard. There was one, an indygo, indygnant and symmering wyth Rage and Fury for her cut down moirail, to whom I offered the Kyss to once. She was lyke a demon upon the battlefield. She was slain only when we were Betrayed and overwhelmed.
Goodness that is a Lot of Cerulean Text.
Rain falls soft from sky Ripples dancing on the deep Your absence my death #haiku















