"The tastes of the duke were peculiar .... His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not."
The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe
10 comments:
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Stop swaggering about, Clover. Your mask has been ripped off, and there's not much to see behind it.
I wouldn't get too excited, drama queen. After a little buzzy buzzy, the matter will recede.
Is it Gordon Brown?
Bad news, Prospero: the Forgotten ones Fund blog has disappeared from the cyberspace. It's not The Mask of the Red Death, my Prince, it's the Fall of the House of Usher.
no, it's very simple..my sisiter had nothing better to do so she broke into my website and erased it..seems she realized that I loved my father so much that I used a password of a famous ship of his..wasn't too smart of me..but the bitch hasn't won...believe me..
No you haven't won - and the sale of your "art" created enough profit for you to give someone a wig?
Bravo.
Steph said:
"my sisiter had nothing better to do so she broke into my website and erased it."
Gee, Stephanie. I'll bet you are so upset. You put so much work into it. I noticed your new blog has been deleted as well. How rude of you sister!
FRANCINE!!!!!!!!!
WHAT?????
Signed Anonymous
"seems she realized that I loved my father so much that I used a password of a famous ship of his"
Try Keyser Sôze next time, she'll never guess!
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