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Oriphiel · 09-18-2018, 04:27 PM

The Tragedy of Clownland

Act I

Scene III

In the castle Frown, amidst a rousing party

Haply lost in the deep imbibing of the golden bounty of a phallic chalice filled with Sunny D, a Lady of reputed wealth and a wealth of repute is approached by a Lord of the same

Lord: Hath thou yet stomach, milady? Tis a wonder a drop yet roameth free, a thirst such as thine stalks the plains.

Lady: Why, then, might thou lend me thine? Tis easier to hang with a rope than with twine.

Lord: Wiping a handkerchief across his beer soaked beard What I've lent I'm returned with interest, and a debt of any higher a cent would be a killing sum I fear. But thou art merry.

Lady: Aye, I have my humor, though thou would bring it down, but for the more I cherish as thy features meet the light.

Lord: And be not met at all, were they features such as thine.

Lady: Ha! I'd thou judge me not so roughly, though I know how thy thoughts sway. For the lowest of the hunters oft take aim at easy prey. But, lo! My thirst stalks on. Imbibing heartily Much stalking would prevail, indeed, had we all such a stomach as thine. Forcing her chalice upon him Now chug!

Enter The Frownman

Lord: What, who comes?

Lady: Holla, friend! What, ho!

Frownman: A friend indeed, with gift in hand, as best a friend may bring. Enjoyeth thou both my celebration? I take it by thine cups it be a thing of extremes, though of which I daren't say.

Lady: Our host! Thou must join us, and know us better!

Frownman: Of that, I have no doubt.

Lord: Hail, milord! Thou spokest of a gift?

Frownman: Aye. A heat to rival the sun, and a force to beat the tides. Yet, as all such things of power, it doth need some time to rise. Come! Shall we listen to this music? Punches a robot until its screams resemble Free Jazz

Lady: Glancing towards an ominous door Milord, pray, what doth lie beyond yonder portal? Seldom come the minutes when my eye be not caught by the mystery of it.

Lord: The arrows of my thoughts strike high towards the same.

Lady, aside: Nay, beneath, methinks, aim they always for the back.

Frownman: Ask thou naught of such things as the Castle Frown be rich with. For such mysteries have no answers for those who think in lines, when the mystery itself is for what the cosmos pines. Now, if thou would for but a moment give me leave, I have a task to undertake, the conclusion of which aught to the spirit of the party give wings. Exits

Lady: Imbibing heavily, before looking back to the door I must open it.

Lord: What, thou would scorn thine host?

Lady: Aye, and hardly might thou slow me, as my nature drives me far. For as my mother gave me life, there shone a curious star. To know what I might ever know, in the pits of hell I'd roast. To know what lies beyond a door, I'll haply burn the host. Opens the ominous portal

Lord: Wait!

Enter a group of cosmic jesters

Lady: What...

Lord: Oh...

Jesters: Thou souls who seekest pleasures, who would to thine peril go, step thee further, through the portal, to our shadowed realm, and know.

Lord: Beautiful...

Lady: I...

Exeunt both players to the space betwixt the binding and the pages, wherein with the cosmic jesters they heartily intertwine in a gangbang

09-18-2018, 04:27 PM	#17 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,354	The Tragedy of Clownland Act I Scene III In the castle Frown, amidst a rousing party Haply lost in the deep imbibing of the golden bounty of a phallic chalice filled with Sunny D, a Lady of reputed wealth and a wealth of repute is approached by a Lord of the same Lord: Hath thou yet stomach, milady? Tis a wonder a drop yet roameth free, a thirst such as thine stalks the plains. Lady: Why, then, might thou lend me thine? Tis easier to hang with a rope than with twine. Lord: Wiping a handkerchief across his beer soaked beard What I've lent I'm returned with interest, and a debt of any higher a cent would be a killing sum I fear. But thou art merry. Lady: Aye, I have my humor, though thou would bring it down, but for the more I cherish as thy features meet the light. Lord: And be not met at all, were they features such as thine. Lady: Ha! I'd thou judge me not so roughly, though I know how thy thoughts sway. For the lowest of the hunters oft take aim at easy prey. But, lo! My thirst stalks on. Imbibing heartily Much stalking would prevail, indeed, had we all such a stomach as thine. Forcing her chalice upon him Now chug! Enter The Frownman Lord: What, who comes? Lady: Holla, friend! What, ho! Frownman: A friend indeed, with gift in hand, as best a friend may bring. Enjoyeth thou both my celebration? I take it by thine cups it be a thing of extremes, though of which I daren't say. Lady: Our host! Thou must join us, and know us better! Frownman: Of that, I have no doubt. Lord: Hail, milord! Thou spokest of a gift? Frownman: Aye. A heat to rival the sun, and a force to beat the tides. Yet, as all such things of power, it doth need some time to rise. Come! Shall we listen to this music? Punches a robot until its screams resemble Free Jazz Lady: Glancing towards an ominous door Milord, pray, what doth lie beyond yonder portal? Seldom come the minutes when my eye be not caught by the mystery of it. Lord: The arrows of my thoughts strike high towards the same. Lady, aside: Nay, beneath, methinks, aim they always for the back. Frownman: Ask thou naught of such things as the Castle Frown be rich with. For such mysteries have no answers for those who think in lines, when the mystery itself is for what the cosmos pines. Now, if thou would for but a moment give me leave, I have a task to undertake, the conclusion of which aught to the spirit of the party give wings. Exits Lady: Imbibing heavily, before looking back to the door I must open it. Lord: What, thou would scorn thine host? Lady: Aye, and hardly might thou slow me, as my nature drives me far. For as my mother gave me life, there shone a curious star. To know what I might ever know, in the pits of hell I'd roast. To know what lies beyond a door, I'll haply burn the host. Opens the ominous portal Lord: Wait! Enter a group of cosmic jesters Lady: What... Lord: Oh... Jesters: Thou souls who seekest pleasures, who would to thine peril go, step thee further, through the portal, to our shadowed realm, and know. Lord: Beautiful... Lady: I... Exeunt both players to the space betwixt the binding and the pages, wherein with the cosmic jesters they heartily intertwine in a gangbang __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------