An impressive array of alliteration
Jun. 5th, 2006 02:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearmeforiampinkOr what happens when silly but rather literate geeks have a conversation after watching V for Vendetta a second time; this was the messenger conversation between ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentgreeneyes when I had got back to the Circus and was suprised to find mapp not there.
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Me: Verily, I am vexed, for I cannot verify the venue wherin one of my very housemates might currently reside...
Dot: Ah... but perhaps the reason for your flatmate's recent reluctance to reveal themselves is due to the fact that they are currently sound in resplendant slumber?
Me: Perhaps, but I presumed to pursue that possibility, and was perturbed as he was not present on his pallet,
Dot: Odd... have you considered contacting him by that most copius of current components, his cellphone?
Me: True, I could try tracing his trajectory by textually trasmitting my tremors at his truancy. But it would feel superfluous to solicit such a subject from him, merely to soothe my silly suspicion and selfish wish to sift though the celluloid experience I have scarely returned from.
Dot: Perhaps then, it would be pertinent to propel yourself to your own palette, your place of repose... and set you yourself to sleep, perchance to better savour the subline scenes to which you have been subjected.
Me: Indeed, I could inter myself and await insensibility. But I intimate to you that I would likely only increase my irritation on the abscence of my ally, for when I seek to sleep, I must face an enforced interim, where I do not savour the soothing effects of slumber, but merely mark time and mull the myriad misgivings I may have.
Dot: Hmm... a perplexing problem you have; to attempt aforementioned slumber, in vain attempt at some relaxation... or to accept your sleeplessness and alternatively await your accomplice's arrival...
Me: Another affair that affects my adjudication is that I wish not to abandon my appraisement of entries by erudite allies into their annals, and nor would end the entertainment that this exchange endows to me.
Dot: Sadly I suspect I shall soon be succumbing to my sleepy state and shambling to my sheets and settling.
Me: So I must sate my desire for small talk, and steel myself for the silence oncoming.
Dot: It apears as if you are without alternative but to accept such.
Me: I must await the abscence of associates with aplomb. I trust that my intrinsic tenacity will allow me to tolerate the transient solitude.
silentgreeneyes when I had got back to the Circus and was suprised to find mapp not there.***
Me: Verily, I am vexed, for I cannot verify the venue wherin one of my very housemates might currently reside...
Dot: Ah... but perhaps the reason for your flatmate's recent reluctance to reveal themselves is due to the fact that they are currently sound in resplendant slumber?
Me: Perhaps, but I presumed to pursue that possibility, and was perturbed as he was not present on his pallet,
Dot: Odd... have you considered contacting him by that most copius of current components, his cellphone?
Me: True, I could try tracing his trajectory by textually trasmitting my tremors at his truancy. But it would feel superfluous to solicit such a subject from him, merely to soothe my silly suspicion and selfish wish to sift though the celluloid experience I have scarely returned from.
Dot: Perhaps then, it would be pertinent to propel yourself to your own palette, your place of repose... and set you yourself to sleep, perchance to better savour the subline scenes to which you have been subjected.
Me: Indeed, I could inter myself and await insensibility. But I intimate to you that I would likely only increase my irritation on the abscence of my ally, for when I seek to sleep, I must face an enforced interim, where I do not savour the soothing effects of slumber, but merely mark time and mull the myriad misgivings I may have.
Dot: Hmm... a perplexing problem you have; to attempt aforementioned slumber, in vain attempt at some relaxation... or to accept your sleeplessness and alternatively await your accomplice's arrival...
Me: Another affair that affects my adjudication is that I wish not to abandon my appraisement of entries by erudite allies into their annals, and nor would end the entertainment that this exchange endows to me.
Dot: Sadly I suspect I shall soon be succumbing to my sleepy state and shambling to my sheets and settling.
Me: So I must sate my desire for small talk, and steel myself for the silence oncoming.
Dot: It apears as if you are without alternative but to accept such.
Me: I must await the abscence of associates with aplomb. I trust that my intrinsic tenacity will allow me to tolerate the transient solitude.
