Well I don’t know about you, my kin, but now that DMBFFF has finally revealed what we have SO DESPERATELY YEARNED to know… I can finally rest.
For years, we have suffered under the relentless and permeating stench of existential agony.
As the years dutifully wielded their swift, ruthless axe, I witnessed a slow withering away of my core essence. Some nights I found myself suddenly awake in my parlor hall/grand salon, saturated in my own perspiration, and paralyzed by an insatiable CRAVING for just a mere CRUMB of this omniscient seraph’s divine legal analysis.
The wait is over. The time hath arrived.
Let us gather 'round and immortalize this transcendental occasion in stone, etch it into the chronicles of time, and shout it from the rooftops:
DMBFFF does not believe in copyrights, for the most part.
Countrymen, I stand here, humbled, profoundly enlightened, and blissfully thankful. My shackles have been cast off, and I find the only fetter that remains is my inexorable, cathartic weeping. I lament the helpless filigree surface of this imported, hand-carved ebony bespoke table; this piece of art is now baptized by the salty rivers of my gratitude.
The caustic succubus of ignorance - that vile wretch! - is at last banished to the shadows, and we, my brethren, are poised to burgeon forth into the ether with a vigor so renewed, so incandescent, that even the stars would dim in envy.
Well I don’t know about you, my kin, but now that DMBFFF has finally revealed what we have SO DESPERATELY YEARNED to know… I can finally rest.
For years, we have suffered under the relentless and permeating stench of existential agony.
As the years dutifully wielded their swift, ruthless axe, I witnessed a slow withering away of my core essence. Some nights I found myself suddenly awake in my parlor hall/grand salon, saturated in my own perspiration, and paralyzed by an insatiable CRAVING for just a mere CRUMB of this omniscient seraph’s divine legal analysis.
The wait is over. The time hath arrived.
Let us gather 'round and immortalize this transcendental occasion in stone, etch it into the chronicles of time, and shout it from the rooftops:
DMBFFF does not believe in copyrights, for the most part.
Countrymen, I stand here, humbled, profoundly enlightened, and blissfully thankful. My shackles have been cast off, and I find the only fetter that remains is my inexorable, cathartic weeping. I lament the helpless filigree surface of this imported, hand-carved ebony bespoke table; this piece of art is now baptized by the salty rivers of my gratitude.
The caustic succubus of ignorance - that vile wretch! - is at last banished to the shadows, and we, my brethren, are poised to burgeon forth into the ether with a vigor so renewed, so incandescent, that even the stars would dim in envy.