06-25-2003, 05:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2003, 05:17 PM by Occhidiangela.)
Titillating Talez From Atma's Tavern
The Scandalous Secrets of Lut Gholein's Nightlife
edgy fanfic from MenO_Paws
Atma swirled her glass of wine carelessly as she watched the mad dancing on the tabletops in what had become a customary whirling melee of flailing arms and legs, slam dancing being the most popular step in dervish dancing these days, and expectantly awaited the revelations of physique that the usual torrent of flying clothing promised as the various and sundry overly drugged, overly drunk patrons shed their garments to both prevent heat prostration and to remove their last inhibitions to anything remotely resembling civilty in the Thursday night rave, afraid that once again the frenetic fandango would demonstrate it's stagnation into trite ritual, rather than life filled exuberance, and the clothing shower would once again reveal that here, at Atma's, there was no fresh meat: her ensuing sigh of ennui could have filled the sails of every ship in the harbor.
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*breaks into a sweat* Did I use enough commas?
The Scandalous Secrets of Lut Gholein's Nightlife
edgy fanfic from MenO_Paws
Atma swirled her glass of wine carelessly as she watched the mad dancing on the tabletops in what had become a customary whirling melee of flailing arms and legs, slam dancing being the most popular step in dervish dancing these days, and expectantly awaited the revelations of physique that the usual torrent of flying clothing promised as the various and sundry overly drugged, overly drunk patrons shed their garments to both prevent heat prostration and to remove their last inhibitions to anything remotely resembling civilty in the Thursday night rave, afraid that once again the frenetic fandango would demonstrate it's stagnation into trite ritual, rather than life filled exuberance, and the clothing shower would once again reveal that here, at Atma's, there was no fresh meat: her ensuing sigh of ennui could have filled the sails of every ship in the harbor.
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*breaks into a sweat* Did I use enough commas?
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete