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[monriatitans]

ARTIST SHOUT-OUT #620

Saturday, September 14, 2024

"Llanowar Elf Scout" by Rodrigo Clark

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[mybuddyjimmy]

Roister

Roister [ROY-stər]  Part of speech: verb Origin: Latin, late 16th century  1. Enjoy oneself or celebrate in a noisy or boisterous way.  Examples of roister in a sentence  “Instead of going out for my birthday, I want to roister in our living room this year.”  “It sounds like our neighbors are still roistering!”  #wordoftheday

[unravelingwires]

Roistering

I once spent 30 minutes observing hummingbirds for a class assignment. I already had a less idealized idea of small birds in my head than the average person– the idea that songbirds sing instead of scream is nature-serenity propaganda– but watching hummingbirds scream and dive-bomb each other thoroughly shook the last romanticism from my head. I love hummingbirds dearly, but they are energetic and easily angered, not sweet.

When I say that my sister is a hummingbird, know that it is a descriptor, not a compliment.

[strawb3rrystar]

I need some wholesomeness after HH episode 8 wrecked my emotional state: can I get the HH gals reacting to their S/O proposing to them?

Hazbin Hotel girls getting proposed to.

Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Velvette, Lute, Cherri Bomb, Carmilla Carmine, Rosie x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions drinking on Cherri's part

Word count: 258

✰Masterlist

Charile will squeal, and start crying when you show her the ring. When you stand up she'll tackle you while bawling her eyes out. She's dreamed of this day since you both started dating, how could she ever turn you down.

Vaggie's eye will get wide when you get down on one knee. She will be in complete shock and will be speechless. All she can do is nod her head in response.

Velvette won't be surprised at all, she already knew you were going to propose to her. Instead, she surprises you by also pulling out a ring. So basically you guys just propose to each other.

Lute will think it's a joke that Adam set you up to do and won't be impressed at first. But once you tell her it's not a joke and that you're being serious, she will apologize for making assumptions. Afterwards she will accept your proposal and give you a cheek kiss.

Cherri Bomb will get super excited when she see's you pull out a ring. Of course she accepts and the two of you celebrate by getting wasted.

Carmila Carmine is completely shocked by your sudden proposal. However, she's always trying to do what's best for her girls so she might reject you. If her daughters convince Carmila that you the right sinner for her, then she'll accept.

Rosie will be extremely flattered by your proposal. She'll kiss you all over your face as she tells you she loves you. She promises she won't eat you, unlike her last husband!

Star's notes -> Added four new girls to the roister! Lets see if you guys like them!

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[mortalityplays]

Hi! I really liked and agreed with your post on purple prose, and I was curious what books if any you'd describe as having purple prose. Not even necessarily as shorthand for calling it bad! just examples of it, especially from non-classic literature. Unless the term is entirely subjective lol. Feel free to reply to this ask publicly or privately; I don't mind either way

Have some Conan the Barbarian (sorry about! the racism):

TORCHES flared murkily on the revels in the Maul, where the thieves of the east held carnival by night. In the Maul they could carouse and roar as they liked, for honest people shunned the quarters, and watchmen, well paid with stained coins, did not interfere with their sport. Along the crooked, unpaved streets with their heaps of refuse and sloppy puddles, drunken roisterers staggered, roaring. Steel glinted in the shadows where wolf preyed on wolf, and from the darkness rose the shrill laughter of women, and the sounds of scufflings and strugglings. Torchlight licked luridly from broken windows and wide-thrown doors, and out of those doors, stale smells of wine and rank sweaty bodies, clamor of drinking-jacks and fists hammered on rough tables, snatches of obscene songs, rushed like a blow in the face. In one of these dens merriment thundered to the low smoke- stained roof, where rascals gathered in every stage of rags and tatters—furtive cut-purses, leering kidnappers, quick- fingered thieves, swaggering bravoes with their wenches, strident-voiced women clad in tawdry finery. Native rogues were the dominant element—dark-skinned, dark-eyed Zamorians, with daggers at their girdles and guile in their hearts. But there were wolves of half a dozen outland nations there as well. There was a giant Hyperborean renegade, taciturn, dangerous, with a broadsword strapped to his great gaunt frame—for men wore steel openly in the Maul. There was a Shemitish counterfeiter, with his hook nose and curled blue-black beard. There was a bold- eyed Brythunian wench, sitting on the knee of a tawny-haired Gunderman—a wandering mercenary soldier, a deserter from some defeated army. And the fat gross rogue whose bawdy jests were causing all the shouts of mirth was a professional kidnapper come up from distant Koth to teach woman-stealing to Zamorians who were born with more knowledge of the art than he could ever attain.

Conan is an interesting example imo because it displays a lot of the highs and lows of pulp. Robert E. Howard could also write very punchy, straightforward action, and often did - but part of the selling point for the emerging genre fiction of the era was that it was lurid and lascivious. While the extract above is. Well. Bad. It is worth recognising that within its context it was also kind of experimental.

Howard wrote these drooling, sort of bewildering, sensory passages for the same reason Marvel movies punch you in the face with saturated colours and rapid cuts and a billion VFX. You see it in the work of H.P. Lovecraft too, and I will grudgingly acknowledge that that's something worth recognising about his literary impact. I also think Lovecraft was a pretty bad technical writer, personally, but that's a whole other soapbox.

My point is that a lot of truly purple prose today (in the sense that it is extraneous, distracting, undermines its own function) traces its legacy to this era of pulp where there was a distinct secondary purpose to overwhelming the reader with ornamentation. It was self-consciously indulgent, and strikingly distinct from the more genteel floridity of equally bad literary novelists. For instance, compare the above with the even purpler prose of the famously awful Irene Iddesleigh:

On being introduced to all those outside his present circle of acquaintance on this evening, and viewing the dazzling glow of splendour which shone, through spectacles of wonder, in all its glory, Sir John felt his past life but a dismal dream, brightened here and there with a crystal speck of sunshine that had partly hidden its gladdening rays of bright futurity until compelled to glitter with the daring effect they soon should produce. But there awaited his view another beam of life’s bright rays, who, on entering, last of all, commanded the minute attention of every one present—this was the beautiful Irene Iddesleigh. How the look of jealousy, combined with sarcasm, substituted those of love and bashfulness! How the titter of tainted mockery rang throughout the entire apartment, and could hardly fail to catch the ear of her whose queenly appearance occasioned it! These looks and taunts serving to convince Sir John of Nature’s fragile cloak which covers too often the image of indignation and false show, and seals within the breasts of honour and equality resolutions of an iron mould. On being introduced to Irene, Sir John concluded instantly, without instituting further inquiry, that this must be the original of the portrait so warmly admired by him. There she stood, an image of perfection and divine beauty, attired in a robe of richest snowy tint, relieved here and there by a few tiny sprigs of the most dainty maidenhair fern, without any ornaments whatever, save a diamond necklet of famous sparkling lustre and priceless value.

Christ. Hopefully you can see the depth of the scale here - the Conan extract is muddy and difficult to read, but this is near incomprehensible. Part of the reason this passage is so much worse is that there is even less intent behind the author's use of language. Here, she is working overtime to evoke a kind of dramatic-intellectual style borrowed from writers like the Brontë sisters (imo at least - not an expert, that's just the sense I get as a reader). The further these flourishes get from lending purpose to the meaning of the prose, the harder they are to parse.

BUT my other point is: far fewer writers these days set out to emulate Irene Iddesleigh's arch, roundabout, society conscious voice than they do the hallmarks of classic pulp. We're inured to sex and violence, sin and debauchery in fiction today, so extracts like the Conan example feel even more bloated than they did in their time. And that creates a real pitfall for amateur genre writers: the instinct to pay homage to the stylistic choices of the classics can lead them right into Irene Iddesleigh territory.

Too often, the purpose of these overwrought, leering descriptions isn't calculated to thrill the audience, but to establish a piece in the company of older works the writer admires. And that's what leads to truly purple prose in contemporary genre writing, which makes readers scoff and laugh, which makes authors self-conscious and timid, which leads us here to a point where wordy description is inaccurately identified as the problem. It's not. The problem is excess - and when something has purpose, by definition, it's not excessive.

[gffa]

Hey, hi, cool, so I just thought, for no reason that I can think of at this particular time, you all might want to fall back into the Kalluzeb rabbit hole with me, especially since they didn't get onscreen resolution for the desperate need I had for them to kiss, so fic is here to help solve that for us. Also feelings. So many, many feelings. And delicious mutual pining and hilarity of two idiots who clearly want to bang each other, with the knowledge that Zeb eventually will totally get his man (Steve Blum said so!!! just like that!!!) which makes it fun to watch two dumbasses circle each other around. Or finally give in because there's definitely a lot of giving in. Anyway, yes, have some STAR WARS REBELS fic, centered on Kallus and Zeb just because I thought it would be a fun side trip today. No reason! Just seemed like the thing to do, is all! STAR WARS REBELS KALLUZEB FIC RECS: ✦ A Lasat Walks into a Bar by Holderisms, zeb/kallus, the mandalorian spoilers, 1.3k    After speaking with Teva, Zeb gets a drink. Even when someone is waiting on him. ✦ Eudaemonia by Bur, zeb/kallus, 7.9k    Alexsandr never expected to find peace more terrifying than war. ✦ Hoth is (Not) for Lovers by bar2d2s, zeb/kallus, 1.2k    Hoth is cold and Kallus is miserable. Set only just before Empire Strikes Back. ✦ Falling in Love with the Right Now (Poster Boy) by akaparalian, (pre-)zeb/kallus & ghost crew, 1.6k    Somewhere out there in the galaxy, there's a rebel propaganda artist who deserves a raise. ✦ It Works on You by Kereea, zeb/kallus, 3.2k    Humans and lasats can have very different ideas about what's attractive. Zeb and Kallus still tend to line up by each other's standards. ✦ Warmth by icarus_chained, zeb/kallus, 1.6k    Zeb and Kallus, in the aftermath of Zero Hour. Someone needs to put Kallus back together, or near as can be managed. ✦ Mating Rituals by Velvedere, zeb/kallus & sabine & cast, 4.7k    Zeb has been acting weird lately. Kallus vents to Sabine about it. ✦ in your warmth I forget how cold it can be by dykeannebonny, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 3.6k    "Are you going to kiss me, Garazeb Orrelios?" Alex's lips were parted; he inhaled deeply through his mouth. "I'm thinkin' about it," Zeb said quietly. ✦ What We Want by TheTrashMan (Viraaja), Viraaja, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 12k    Kallus and Zeb realize what it is they want from each other: sex, obviously. ✦ Falling in Love with the Right Now (Poster Boy) by akaparalian, zeb/kallus & phoenix crew, 1.6k    Somewhere out there in the galaxy, there's a rebel propaganda artist who deserves a raise. ✦ The Care and Keeping of Ex-Imperials Who Need Coffee, a Nap, and a Hug in That Order by akaparalian, kallus & phoenix crew (& some zeb/kallus), 8.8k    Five Ghost crew members who helped Alexsandr Kallus, and one who he helped in return. ✦ In the Middle of the Night by bar2d2s, hera & kallus (background kanan/hera & zeb/kallus), 1.8k    When one member of your self-made family is pregnant, you’re all pregnant. ✦ Celestial Navigation by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 1.7k    Kallus doesn't understand why Zeb's not sad. ✦ Untitled Rebels Fic by Mirror and Image, zeb/kallus & cast, 11.6k    Kallus, on Yavin IV, sees a Lasat that isn't Zeb. Things go as expected. ✦ When we have peace by apocrypha73, zeb/kallus, 2.9k    After the Battle of Endor, Kallus and Zeb enjoy the celebration. ✦ The Last Parking Spot on Lovers' Lane by ambiguously, zeb/kallus & hera & cast, 3.7k    All Zeb wants is to find a nice quiet spot to make out. This is not as easy as it should be. ✦ Speculation by Nana, zeb/kallus & ap-5, 1k    "AP-5," Kallus said, "are you under the impression that Captain Orrelios and I are involved, romantically?" "It is common knowledge at the base, sir. You don't have to deny it just because I am a droid." ✦ roisters by spookykingdomstarlight, zeb/kallus, 1.8k    For once, he is willing to put aside his thoughts and act. “Garazeb,” he says, because he is the only one who calls Zeb by his full name and because he’s noticed the way Zeb’s fur ripples in pleasure after he says it and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that means something. “A word?” ✦ in this world by xpityx, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 2.1k    It had been eight months. Eight months since he'd last seen Alex in person. He'd still been Kallus then, had still been convinced that the Ghost crew were taking him to his executioners. ✦ The Sea Has Ten Thousand Names by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.6k    Living on a new planet is hard when you don't know the language. ✦ Date Night by ambiguously, zeb/kallus & kanan/hera & jacen, 1.7k    Asking your not-boyfriend out on a date is even harder when he's stuck babysitting for his friends. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can't Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k    Kallus can't quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ✦ a more than mutually beneficial agreement by wrennette, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 3.1k    It takes a while, getting ex-Agent Kallus to open up. ✦ Another Mission, Another Mess by icarus_chained, zeb/kallus & kanan/hera & ghost crew, 6.5k    Kallus has been slowly intergrating into the crew when the Ghost is assigned to a normal supply run. The mission goes south, as it usually does, Zeb takes a hit, Kallus doesn't take it well, and the rest of the crew try to pick of the pieces. Another mission, another mess. Just another day on the Ghost. ✦ Rebel Teamwork by sempaiko, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 4.9k    How many Rebels does it take to screw in a lightbulb? ✦ Unscheduled Contact by Kala_Sathinee, zeb/kallus & cast, NSFW, 3.4    During a rescue mission, Zeb gets stranded aboard the Chimaera when it jumps to hyperspace. He and Kallus make the most of the time. ✦ just another damn of the damns you're not giving by shades, zeb/kallus & cast, NSFW, 6.8k    The thing is, Zeb’s handsy. ✦ taste of pleasure by wrennette, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 1.2k    The one where Zeb follows through on his idea of fucking Sasha full of come and then eating him out until he cries ✦ Scent Blind by Rachello344, zeb/kallus & cast, NSFW, 4.4k    Alexsandr has been avoiding Zeb since he joined the Rebellion in full, convinced that prolonged contact with the Lasat will prove his undoing. As long as Zeb smells so unfathomably good, he’ll never be able to speak with him casually, especially now that there are no other divides between them. If only Zeb had gotten the memo that Alexsandr was doing this for both their sakes. Unfortunately, it seems Zeb can’t, or won’t, take a hint. ✦ In Your Orbit by LoveCrumb, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 3.2k    After wanting to touch Zeb for so long, Alex reaches up and runs his hands down Zeb’s wide chest. The fur there, like much of his body, is short and thick; it feels velvety as Alex strokes downward, and more textured and coarse on the upstroke. ✦ We Belong Way Down Below by Mithrigil, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 1.6k    Zeb runs into Kallus on a routine mission. He doesn't know how that resulted in both of them getting off, but he's not complaining. ✦ ibac jaon by wrennette, zeb/kallus, nsfw, 3.9k    Fulcrum had given up on being found. ✦ Cogs by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 1.1k    "You brought him home. That makes him yours." ✦ ever so patiently by Anonymous, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 21.2k    Lasat have very peculiar mating habits. No one thought to tell Kallus about that. or: Kallus is the last one to find out he’s being courted.

[whencyclopedia]

An A to Z of Pirate & Seafaring Expressions

Pirates, especially those of the so-called Golden Age of Piracy (c. 1690-1730), are particularly famous for their pithy expressions which relate to all things nautical, general roistering, and life of crime on the High Seas. There is even an international 'Talk Like a Pirate Day' on 19 September, when landlubber romantics can indulge their fantasy of a life more glamorous than the one fate has bestowed upon them. In this article, we examine some of the more common expressions and slang terms that pirates, and mariners in general, have been credited with, where they came from and what they really meant.

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[artfightdramaconfessions]

I'm so sad. I put a character up specifically because I wanted them to be drawn with other characters. I wrote over and over 'Don't draw this character unless it's with other characters!!!' because that specific OC was supposed to be my OC's OC. It would've been the only way I would've actually enjoyed getting art of them. Instead, people apparently mistook it as that character being only allowed to b ein mass attacks because I got 4 attacks with them in mass attacks ineracting with others along 3 attacks by themselves.

Great! The OC of my OC got 7 attacks, the most attack of any character I had, all ignoring my rules. I don't even understand why so many people drew them by themself. They're extra simple, they legit the last character on my roister on the second page, have barely any bio-

It's not my most attacked character, but gosh darn it's getting close.

Typing this out, I've realized why they got attacked so much. Oh my gosh, I uploaded a simple shaped OC and didn't realize the consequenses!

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[maculategiraffe]

baby started a new preschool this week and we were all sort of nervous because the last preschool was not a good fit. baby is very physical and likes tackle-hugging and general roistering and roughhousing. and although it is of course necessary and good to emphasize the importance of respecting others' bodily autonomy and of asking for and obtaining enthusiastic consent for tackling, the teachers at this preschool acted like he was being mean or aggressive towards the other kids rather than being two years old and excited to play with them. it was to the point where my sister was worried he was becoming less social out of self defense because he was getting scolded so much at school. these are also the teachers who said he didn't talk and we were like "um. then he doesn't like you?" because he talks nonstop with us. my sister ended up pulling him out of that school a couple of months before the term ended because he kept telling her "school make ba feel sad :("

and whenever we talked over the summer about the new school he was going to be starting in the fall, he would look dubious and say noncommittally "ba not go to new school TODAY." like "we'll see about that"

ANYWAY all that to explain why we were THRILLED when on the way home from school at the end of his first week he volunteered "ba LIKE ba new school!"

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: And the man standing next to her – Well, he looks exactly what the Devil would look like if he was taking mortal form to tempt sinners: slender as a rail, pale as the moon, dark-haired and dressed all in black, and wearing a huge red ruby on a chain around his neck. Quite frankly, he should make haste to remove it, if he doesn’t want someone else in this roistering shithole to do it for him; it’s worth more than what all the White Horse’s patrons make in a year. Yet for all that, he’s not uncomely, and Hob is not uninterested, or unwilling, if that possibility is on the table. Just to check, he flashes a dazzling smile at the stranger, which is not returned; he is as unreadable as a statue. But he is no statue, he is a man, and his voice is uncommonly deep as he speaks: “Did I hear you say,” the pale stranger asks, “that you have no intention of ever dying?” Hob Gadling shrugs. No point in denying it. “Yeah.”

Author: @qqueenofhades

Note from submitter: Hey kids, wanna read a exhaustively researched piece of historical writing masquerading as a fanfic?  I will answer for you. Yes, you do.  It's incredible. If I could have this fic tattooed on the back of my eyelids, I would. And after you read it, you'll understand too. Also, because it's the Sandman fandom, there are about 8 million pieces of fanart for this fic, which just helps bring it to life even more.

[strangerqueerthings]

Small sleepy headcanons.

Billy:

If he doesn't feel safe enough, he sleeps on his side, facing the door. He wears a shirt, briefs, and socks, with his boots at the ready on the floor by the bed. He sleeps silently, and very lightly- his limbs tremble, as if he's got a current running through him- he's hypervigilant, even in his sleep- and he wakes at the drop of a pin.

When he feels safe enough, sleeps in the nude, or briefs, if he MUST. He sprawls on his stomach, arms under the pillow, with one leg cocked to the side and bent at the knee. He drools in his sleep, mumbles a little, but otherwise is a quiet, rather still sleeper, and sleeps like a rock.

Eddie:

He falls asleep however he manages to get himself before crashing, because he has two modes: hyperfixation hours until he passes out; or sleeping randomly when his brain is under stimulated, or his body has had Enough. Sometimes he has the wherewithal to strip to a tank top and boxers, other times, he falls asleep on his bed or the couch, fully clothed.

When he does sleep on the bed, he's a roisterer chicken- he turns from side to back, to side, to stomach and back again. Sometimes he even rotates, waking up diagonally across the bed with his head at the foot and feet at the head. He talks in his sleep- animatedly, and will respond to any conversation held with him. He sleeps like the dead.

Billy and Eddie:

When Billy starts sleeping over, Eddie starts maintaining better sleep hygiene. He makes sure Billy is comfortable, and in return, Billy helps Eddie get a better sleep schedule.

Billy sleeps better because Eddie makes him feel safe- Eddie sleeps between him and the door, shielding him from view, and putting a wall to his back. This helps Billy sleep well- and become far more cuddly in his sleep.

With Billy's weight against him- like when Billy uses Eddie's chest as a pillow, presses against his back, or drapes his heavy arm over Eddie's waist- Eddie's restlessness is reduced, the anxious movement of his limbs tapers down, and he is able to sleep still, comfortable in a single position.

Billy's desire for safety and affection turns out to be the answer to Eddie's need for grounding, and the both of them sleep better together than they do apart.

[corsair-princess-nenime]

Chariot of Blades (B)

The sun was setting when the Ulthwe’an sloop arrived. A new sight for the Asuryani, Y’pollea supposed.

Nenime’s friends mostly frequented the settled islands, not the southern wilds; Y’lec was her own little stronghold, a jungly maze where her own kabalite faction roistered. The most prominent landmark was, of course, her own dark tower.

She waited by the strand, a bleak stretch dotted here and there with raider-quays, improvised shacks, and her lackeys. Not exactly a carnival welcome. The festival would have to wait.

@tearofisha

[king7doms]

@bigdaddydaemon / vaguely plotted starter

"I did not summon you hear to speak with you about petty squabbles in the Vale." Viserys was well aware of his brother's scruples with his wife in the Vale, Rhea Royce, who he oft refused to visit. The fact that Daemon was once against at King's Landing, roistering in the city, was evidence enough of such truth, and Viserys did want his brother here, at court, in his counsel. Master of coin? He was a spendthrift. Master of laws? He would uphold them, in his own way. But perhaps Otto was right that Daemon was not right for those roles. He did not wish to dismiss his loyal Hand, but it might be necessary, to show Daemon not only his love, but his trust, particularly since he had since named Rhaenyra his over his brother.

They were not before the Iron Throne, where he oft sought to speak with, and he now realized, belittle his younger brother, but in the council chambers, and alone at that. His new wife would not be pleased, about dismissing her father or naming his brother in Otto's place, but he would deal with her displeasure in due course. "Your wife there and the Vale are the least of my concerns, Daemon."

[inthefallofasparrow]

whithersoever - to whatever place (14th century) slubberdegullion - a foul, filthy, slobbering wretch; a sloven; a villain, a fiend; a contemptible creature; (1610s) cockalorum - a little man who has a high opinion of himself (1710s) quockerwodger - a wooden toy figure whose limbs jerk when a string is pulled; a puppet; a person controlled by somebody else (1850s) hornswoggler - one who tricks, deceive or bamboozles (1820s) camelopard - a giraffe (14th century), see also 'questing beast' nook-shotten - full of hidden nooks and corners (16th century) hugger-mugger - disorder; confusion; secrecy; concealment (1500s) quaintrelle - a woman who emphasizes a life of passion expressed through personal style, pastimes, charm, and pleasure (15th century) swingebuckler - a bully; a roisterer; similar to 'swashbuckler' (1910s)

[vgbossthemes]

"That Power is yet Unknown"

"Brain ware, main wave" Psycho got a high kick Collect and select Show me your best set

"Crystals, blisters" It's all over now Psycho cane You're so keen I need more candy canes

"Cold cake, cold break" Freak got a high kick Mr. Twister Moist with roistering

Stick it up Take it up Step aside and see the world Effect has defects "Take a bow to the moon"

"Brain ware, main wave" Psycho got a high kick Collect and select Show me your best set

"Crystals, blisters" It's all over now Psycho cane You're so keen I need more candy canes

"Cold cake, cold break" Freak got a high kick Mr. Twister Moist with roistering

Stick it up Take it up Step aside and see the world Effect has defects "Take a bow to the moon"

Effect has defects "Take a bow to the moon"

"Morning rays, hairspray Queens" "Get on their way to their nests, the west" "Honest, they once had a dream" "Belles of society, in the shells of their unity" Cornet 'n spinet "The sound flows, follows till they're home" Dragged by the power of dreams That power is yet unknown

"Morning rays, hairspray Queens" "Get on their way to their nests, the west" "Honest, they once had a dream" "Belles of society, in the shells of their unity" Cornet 'n spinet "The sound flows, follows till they're home" Dragged by the power of dreams That power is yet unknown

"Brain ware, main wave" Psycho got a high kick Collect and select Show me your best set

"Crystals, blisters" It's all over now Psycho cane You're so keen I need more candy canes

"Cold cake, cold break" Freak got a high kick Mr. Twister Moist with roistering

Stick it up Take it up Step aside and see the world Effect has defects "Take a bow to the moon"

"Brain ware, main wave" Psycho got a high kick Collect and select Show me your best set

"Crystals, blisters" It's all over now Psycho cane You're so keen I need more candy canes

"Cold cake, cold break" Freak got a high kick Mr. Twister Moist with roistering

Stick it up Take it up Step aside and see the world Effect has defects "Take a bow to the moon"

"Morning rays, hairspray Queens" "Get on their way to their nests, the west" "Honest, they once had a dream" "Belles of society, in the shells of their unity" Cornet 'n spinet "The sound flows, follows till they're home" Dragged by the power of dreams That power is yet unknown

"Morning rays, hairspray Queens" "Get on their way to their nests, the west" "Honest, they once had a dream" "Belles of society, in the shells of their unity" Cornet 'n spinet "The sound flows, follows till they're home" Dragged by the power of dreams That power is yet unknown

"That Power is yet Unknown"

[technofinch]

A room of rowdy roisterers swinging aft and fore Disher takes a nasty knock and sprawls upon the floor Paddy pounces all too slow and for one second lingers Disher grabs his hand and sets his teeth to Paddy's Finger