Enemies of Love! Derailers of True Feeling! Saboteurs of Heaven on Earth!
BEGONE FORTHWITH, VULGAR VERMIN!
LEAVE THE VORLD VIDE VEB ALONE!!
Hmmm.... on second thought, the snag could be at the local telco end (they're total nincompoops!) But I choose to believe it's Bloody Cupid playing his cherubic pranks with us. Knowing full well that absinthe maketh the hut grow fondues, he was keeping our posties in his feathery pouch and sitting on them to hatch a bigger romantic plot... and he seems to have succeeded. Unless we put our foot down and stamp out silly romance
IMMEDIATELY!
OH NO... WE COULDN'T DO THAT....
Let Love Flourish Then, What the Puck!
Well, I was up extra early (8.08 a.m.) to check if Elfmail was in the inbox.... and HA HA... what a delicious sensation... Intoxication!
Don't we ever bloody learn??????? O my genuinely adorable Elfbeing, my fantasy She-Elf, and everyone you have ever been and might consider being, I must shut this machine down and post ONE kissile missile to sun-dance (how do you keep track of so many email addresses? before abluting myself (oh She-Elf squeezes her way into every bit of me!) and riding off into the System....
Of course you're probably fast asleep at this very moment but the kissle will land ever so gently on your delicate and quivering eyelids. Both of them.
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| She-Elf #6 by MonNoka @ DeviantArt |
(If we don't like how the room feels we'll explore the ethers for another... the Sai Baba Room won't let me in, probably because I'm always teasing him about his hairdo).
Antares
[From an email exchange dating back 26 years to 1999 or thereabouts]
