shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

But just imagine:
iambic pentameter
would they ever talk?

 

Epitaph for the imminent dead
And a notice for the in-between
To both the reluctant and the keen
Apart from that, I'm simply mad.

 

I am Destruction; I break what needs to be broken so something better can grow in its place.

For I am Ran Jamethiel Priest's-bane, Lordan of Knorth; and many other names besides, but Jame will do. Names attach to me like mud to boots. I strive to only break the necessary, though.

 

4r3n'7 w3 4ll, 8uddy.

 

Oh no. It's the fuz. I'm to young to go to jail.

 

That is a dark and scary place. How did you come back unscathed?

 

I thought it was hilarious!!!!!

 

You would.

 

Hey Bill. Stan tells this joke that I always thought was really dumb until just now. It goes like this:

"I still miss my ex...but my aim is getting better!"

 

That is a beautiful joke.

 

I'm hurt, Stanford.

 

No, you're not. But you would have been.

 

Says the man who wears the collar his cat put on him.

 

Your eye is turning green again, Bill.

 

Yes, yes, yes. Your milkshake brings all the killers and nerds to the yard. We know already.

 

...I drink vanilla soymilk. What is wrong with you?

(Other than everything.)

 

At least she took care that the one she gave him didn't give him a rash.

 

Apparently hers wasn't meant to teach him a lesson.

She's not much of a predator, your soymilk-drinking great Huntress and *snicker* Disciple.

 

I don't need to be cruel to teach people that they belong to me. They look at me and know it, and they come to me with joy.

 

Oh. It's a kink thing. I get it now.