How are you feeling?

Just got this very odd strong (very strong) depression enter my mind.
Not a sinking feeling in my heart like it usually is, this is different.
This had a hint of a dream and a nostalgia feeling. Like everything has been lost.
 

Rembrandt Broam

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Thou protests too much me thinks

But thou art condemned by thine own vlogs, where thou doth consort openly with thy familiar, a creature thou namest "Harvey"; a strange and unnatural beast with the body of a dog, and yet the head of...a dog!

And dost thou deny that in the story thread, thou speaketh in rhyming tongues, for to summon forth the Evil One that thou might dance and cavort with him by moonlight?
 
But thou art condemned by thine own vlogs, where thou doth consort openly with thy familiar, a creature thou namest "Harvey"; a strange and unnatural beast with the body of a dog, and yet the head of...a dog!

And dost thou deny that in the story thread, thou speaketh in rhyming tongues, for to summon forth the Evil One that thou might dance and cavort with him by moonlight?

Thou dost mistake me, for my noble pleasure is naught but a fleeting moment of madness, where as the demons dancing upon thine tongue dost tell all that do view you to be a demon thouself.

Were it not you, that spoke of witches and hemlock, just 2 moons ago?! Thou speaks as slippery as a snake, flying through the grass, to slice the throats of mine fellow Englishmen. You have forsaken us all with your words!
 

Deus_Ex_Lemur

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Miserable. ::(:

hug +1

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:eek: Agin he doth it, see now wit thine owneth eyeth!

But thou art condemned by thine own vlogs, where thou doth consort openly with thy familiar, a creature thou namest "Harvey"; a strange and unnatural beast with the body of a dog, and yet the head of...a dog!

And dost thou deny that in the story thread, thou speaketh in rhyming tongues, for to summon forth the Evil One that thou might dance and cavort with him by moonlight?

Thou dost mistake me, for my noble pleasure is naught but a fleeting moment of madness, where as the demons dancing upon thine tongue dost tell all that do view you to be a demon thouself.

Were it not you, that spoke of witches and hemlock, just 2 moons ago?! Thou speaks as slippery as a snake, flying through the grass, to slice the throats of mine fellow Englishmen. You have forsaken us all with your words!

I doth loveth thoust all. (Inserteth circle with smileth face here.)
 
Hm, not sure if I feel sick or well. Sort of a limbo in between. Half of the time i feel average, the other half I feel nauseous. I'll see how it goes. For now, I'm feeling..... conflicted ::p:
 
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