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A truly ladylike Villian (with occasional remark)
V: let us speak in riddles
Me: aye, and eyes to see
V: you think me mad, for titles and tittles
Me: and t*ts far from the sea
V: you question my poetry, and call them fictions!
Me: I do, my dear, for these predilections:
Me: “your sophist contempt, for those you don’t know; are hardly a reason to put on a show; your lazy endeavor to seem quite as clever; was ever the lever that made me say NEVER;!
V: you mad crazy man, you ludicrous stooge; you orange idolator, crazy and rude!; no wonder you care for a stranger to you; cause ‘Donald’ means nothing when eating your food!
Me: aye, and eyes to see
V: you think me mad, for titles and tittles
Me: and t*ts far from the sea
V: you question my poetry, and call them fictions!
Me: I do, my dear, for these predilections:
Me: “your sophist contempt, for those you don’t know; are hardly a reason to put on a show; your lazy endeavor to seem quite as clever; was ever the lever that made me say NEVER;!
V: you mad crazy man, you ludicrous stooge; you orange idolator, crazy and rude!; no wonder you care for a stranger to you; cause ‘Donald’ means nothing when eating your food!
Published 22nd Jul 2024
Author's Note
And thus, began the brainchild caused by a “fiction”
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25th Jul 2024 11:11am
The Beauty of a brainchild is that we never know which side of the brain gave birth to it. I love how they go off in unexpected directions.
Like real child,that spawned by fiction keeps us all on our toes
Like real child,that spawned by fiction keeps us all on our toes
