The aristocrats fall to shatter like little porcelain dolls and none shall weep
because all thoughs that are whole remember the atrocities that the aristocrats did.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
July 28, 2025
July 21, 2025
Woe to be
Woe to be the customer service people that can't check anyone out because
they are having a social hour and blocking everyone else behind them.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
July 14, 2025
1984 was a gothic government
1984 was a gothic government pipe dream that wrote
about technology that didn't exist at the time.
It was still right.
Now the darkness has been tarnished by comparisons to the corrupt government.
For it's lost purity makes even the stars weep.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
July 7, 2025
Spinning down
Spinning down the twisting and turning corridors of the liminal space
that is now your rout to work, you hope.
You pray.
You really wish some of your coworkers would make good on their threats to quit and find new jobs.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
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