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We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. - Oscar Wilde, The Portrait of Dorian Grey

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Remember this gem? Jun 24, 2014 21:17:28 GMT

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Post by Arctura on Jun 24, 2014 21:17:28 GMT

Back when Sleeves and I were in the Literary Magazine along with Sarah Kratt and Madison Buchanan, we came across this uh, unusual and still anonymous submission.
Here it is verbatim, in all its suggestive glory.

"Grapefruit"

We carve in silence
The edges digging deep in the flesh
of the meaty fruit
Light pink stares at us
Our tounges excited from the tart taste
Eyes locked
No shift or twitch
The tension tightens like ropes

The continue eating
Empty
Each pocket has been robbed
Now inhabited in a sorrowful stomach
But there's still the flesh
And blood
They pour its juices a bowl
Drained for good
They drink the rounded china dry
But it is soon filled up again
By their tears

Salt
Rain
Flooding down skin
Shaking chins
Trembling hands persisting
All goes blurry for a moment
Then reality hits once again
And they clean up their mess

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.

- Adonaïs, Percy Bysshe Shelley

Arctura Dark Lord Pre-Raphaelite We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. - Oscar Wilde, The Portrait of Dorian Grey Posts: 400	Remember this gem? Jun 24, 2014 21:18:25 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Arctura on Jun 24, 2014 21:18:25 GMT To this day, I cling to the belief that this was a troll submission.
	Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. - Adonaïs, Percy Bysshe Shelley

Arctura
Dark Lord

Pre-Raphaelite

We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. - Oscar Wilde, The Portrait of Dorian Grey

Posts: 400

Remember this gem? Oct 12, 2014 14:32:55 GMT

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Post by Arctura on Oct 12, 2014 14:32:55 GMT

artless - naive, unassuming, ingenuous
bastard - illegitimate; scoundrel
bawdy - vulgar
bootlicker
braggart - one who brags
bricon - fool
*by Christ’s/Virgin’s/God’s/saint’s blood/toes/bones/wounds/passion/death/etc. - actual swearing is more common, powerful, and frowned upon, because you are invoking a sacred name in vain
churl - low-born, crude
culvert - villainous
craven - cowardly
cur/whelp - worst of the litter
currish - hostile
dog
dolt
dighting - fornificating (milder than sard)
dim-witted
dunce
fie - shit, damn (used to express disgust, outrage)
gay/gaiety - happy, light-hearted; happiness, lightheartedness
hag
halfwit
horeson - son of a prostitute
idiot
ill-bred
lousy - dirty
miscreant
paynim - crude; pagan
roguish - dishonest
rough-hewn - unrefined
saracen - devil-worshipper
sard - fuck
saucy - impertinent (not the same lewdness as it has today)
scullion - someone who is trash or shit
surly - ill-tempered
swine
swiving - fornificating (milder than sard)
vex - exasperate
wanton
wayward - unpredictable
wench - harlot
whey-faced
wretch - exiled; criminal

For games, they still had stuff like checkers, chess, and dice, but the spectator games are more of the focus in the area. There’s bobbing for apples, bull baiting, cock fights, falconry, gambling, and hunting.
I bet chugging tankards of ale is a sport in taverns.
But never, ever, call jousting tournaments “games”. Or even sports. The king will have your head cut off.

Most of the holidays revolved around love, the Lord Jesus Christ (holla), and harvesting. Whoo.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.

- Adonaïs, Percy Bysshe Shelley

Arctura: And besides, I think the population is enough--not too little or too much (and overpopulation plots are so done, too) Jul 17, 2016 16:15:06 GMT

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