The gothic art of romanticizing death... I'm starting to think it is a lost art.
One that perhaps we never really knew.
Especialy after looking at some recipes from the victorian ages. Weird.
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.
December 18, 2023
December 4, 2023
Sweet Quiet
Sweet quiet of winter. Let the bony
tree branches grasp at dying souls.
For they are the souls of the
weak.
The souls of the people that could not survive the troubled
schedule of the hectic work week.
And for they we weep.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
November 20, 2023
All Hail
All hail the might- no, no that was done already.
Beware the great and the pow- no that ones been done also. mighty m- and so is that one.
are all the good titles and name for unspecific deity-things already taken?
How can people expect things to happen now?
With kindest regards,
The Translator
October 16, 2023
Insult me
Yes, insult me because you want to make yourself feel better.
Drawing your self worth from causing another's pain is such the smart thing.
My sarcasm is bitter and strong. your words are weak in my eyes.
For I know my self worth is not yours to judge.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
October 13, 2023
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