Lunnas Ache

by Doseux

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance
Length: 4717

Luna walks the dreams of friend and foe alike.

Every mind has its dementias and dimensions that are hidden away from the waking world.

Madmen most especially do. The opportunity for exploration gleams too brightly for Luna to ignore.

Originally written for the February Write-Off, Closing Time, in the style of James Joyce's Finnegans Wake.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-01 12:12:07 UTC

Lunnas Ache

Ash Tree Asylum lived on a lane of the same name. Blacken-leaf roads ran circumspect around it. Bitter-blanched branches broke in piked pockets just far enough to make lowflying unfair. Colder weather iced her feathers on the eve of a sunsucked solstice. Guards flanked and tailed her, to her teeth and buzzing severally all above and under uncertain orderly formations.

A landingpatch punched up. Luna fought a candid current to collapse on the green, growing knoll. Five silver splatters splayed around her. Three thought in the air before finding a place at the hill’s base. Two touched in tranquil form right beside her.

~ Divvy up! a commanding reprimand handed.

As toes and claws and lots of other laws of Algebra will tell you, they did divide and concurred with one another of the lossy land around them. Silver steps on the cold-coddled trip trundled along by toothless talk. The peace-plied ponies plodded stoicstance side-by-hide the entire ride.

Thumb Bummer (or another name dumber) tumbled into a slick, slushy brush.

Luna spoke smoke at them: Only the Lieutenants will follow me inside.

Eight grunts mooked their misery.

Inriding a gallop, doors open on an automatic rush of warmth-weathered winds. A stampede of shivers impede their progress, shaking shores of snow from their coats. Her breath-brittle companions caught their coughs.

Ash Tree Asylum hollowed empty and vast as an alien hull seeped in seas deeper than the ones we know. A cage clattered small in front of the towering wall. Blue-hued hemispheres ratcheted around with brightening bigness.

Swirling, whirling, blue-hued bondage. Scrapeclaws sought the edge of the inner hemisphere, but the bars held him back. His goathead bleated baldly:

~ Warden! What a wonder. Is it parole time, if you please?

She paid him a numbing nevermind and, nimble as a sleep-slumped foot, strode over, well aware of his toothgrin tendencies.

~ Reformed! Discord put on a chesspiece bishop’s hat and clutched his chest of heartache and checkmate-crossed eyes. Dies. I am. As you’ll ever see. Six world-saving magical girls can vouch for me.

~ Not reformed enough to stay from sending our souls to any purgatory who passes by!

He swam and snapped. The glow about howled and pushed back.

~ Wayback that was. And what does it matter to us here? What catastrophe could I cause? He snuggled a halo-hewed kitten in point.

Lucidity, liquid. Washes away with the witching winds. Your wonderwhy is now flying high. Away. Takes skill to keep.

~ Many. Luna sighted her nostrils and sighed. Damned if you don’t know your danger.

He sat back on the stub of earth under him. His crittercroak bellied laughter.

~ Damned if I do. Damned if I don’t.

Awhile waited, patiently abated. His moldgray hair moved, buoyed by blush drafts of bluespel waves. A handsome hat of horns he held aloft, crowned in regal absurdities.

~ Will the mistress mind? his horny head hefted. At the least, aren’t I due for a review? his soldier's stance said stately, perfect. Marching feet met arching brow as he bowed.

Well enough for me to do. It's about that age of anyways. Good a time if ever there was one. Open up, ye gates! Speak, mouths dumb and dim. Spew the city's indigestion of ponies to our hooves. Stuck to the roof, roll the tongue. Lap up our soars and spittle, dogs. Our godsbody prepped for burial by their redlicker loves.

Blueflicker bondage brought her back to bearings.

~ Yes, I'd say you are. That's fair.

~ Wonderful! But, I daresay you'll need to bring your own brain. It appears I've misplaced mine. He doffed his cap of horns to show a wide space behind his eyes.

~ Hadn't one in the first place, she said absently. The hemispheres parted at her presence, her horn glowing holy.

~ Too cruel, low blow!

~ Hush awhile. And well that your brain, wherever it be, better be there on its best behavior. She blessed her horn to his head.

Our past participles hung by tapestry and colored glass. Hitherhow indreagom nostruls. The blower fuels his magic by an actor’s wit. Back, break. Shatter the stains and sink the pieces in sand. Look back. Take us there. To time’s Timbuktu. Fair’s a fivebit. Can you change a ten?

Getip in the ferry. And the slow-washing currents coil. Catwailing fish. Soaked and fanged, then forgotten. While the washing is done, don’t look down. Bubbles up in bittlebits. But the bridle holds regardless.

~ Hrumho! wooted the farfarer.

Saddle along for the ride. We won’t wait long. Indeed, there we are. The shore.

History’s country. Writ a book about this once. Or read it. The dead; their dead. Wandering still. All stories. Listen still:

We wandered past an even Adam, hunchaged. His oddness, bowing behold. Monkey in horse’s skin slipping by. Tell us the tale. If you will. We’ll listen.

~ Like as it was will be, he ssd. Wellesson.

Shorenough. Monkey’s coat his caughtgrottle throatgrutts. Wasn’t always this way.

Lonelanced along the world. Bent back and bore the noknown nathers. The first man on Earth. Adam. Earth. Born from dust to dust he dies.

God and angels in heaven, how. Sun and Moon and Stars aplenty. Planets drowning one at a time.

Space: the final fount. For all knowledge and wisdom and power runs from above. And the living dance. And the dead do laugh their ashen breath.

Pray to Venus, her hills and valleys and softhanded rub. Come to this cold and senseless stone of a man. We’ll be well-painted idols, images dull and dead. Touch this flinty face of Adam. Harder still. Steel. For even stone relents at the rain.

Titans watch as we play amid the cloudtrickle. Suntired eyes.

Here’s much Greek wisdom in the morning. I’ve heard it all before. They demand to see things clearly, like letters in a book. Blackprinted, but without boldness to die.

I have dealt with the gods.

I know that they dazzle our eyes and flow in and out of one another like eddies on a river. The shore of earth washes away with the storm. Muddy water. Mortal life. Mortal strength.

Nothing that can be said clearly can be said truly. Holy places are dark places. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood. Bloody water. Barbarian wisdom. Barbarian knowledge.

Why should the Accursed Adam not be both the best and the worst?

His snotsigh signaled a stop.

~ What of Venus? I asked for us.

In and out and eddies mount. Thus is the mind a tricky thing.

Gettingto. This. His twang lingers. She came:

Veiled, dark, descending. The night apprehending all knowledge of her form. Darkness without defect. Landing on earthen Adam.

Venus voyages… but my voice falters;

Rude rime-making wrongs her beauty,

Whose breasts and brow, and her breath’s sweetness

Bewitch my world.

Wide-spread the reign

Of her secret sceptre, in the sea’s caverns,

In grass growing, and grain bursting,

Flower unfolding, and flesh unknowing,

And shower falling sharp in April.

The metal of the mine hardens

With muffled brightness, like muted gold,

By her fingers form’d.

Far beyond her

The heaven’s highway hums and trembles,

Drums and dindles, to the driv’n thunder.

Streams of happiness overflow the banks of my cheeks. And we were. Together.

With one condition. That I should never see her face. Cruel, cruel mistress! Devil lives on the far side of the Moon. So I only saw her shadowcast. Long I lived, long I loved her. A doting dog.

Dumbdog, I was. One winter eve, when she was sleeping, I snuck in a lamp. The light. Her face. The space between us gaping in its daring waste.

Stepping close.

I look.

Her beauty bore.

Before.

The oil falls.

On her face.

And she wakes.

With betrayal.

My fate she decides then and there. In despair.

The strongnaked steed, being tied unto a tree, breaks his rein. And straight to her he goes. Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, and now his woven girths he breaks asunder; the bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds, whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder; the iron bit he crushes between his teeth, controlling what once controlled him.

His ears uppricked, his braided hanging mane now stands on end upon his compassed crest. His nostrils drink the air, and vapors doth he send forth again, as from a furnace: his eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, shows his hot courage and his high desire.

A horsey life had I. From that day on. Adam. Earth. Land or louse?

Stopped. Looked off into the patchgrass growing to our left.

~ No other word?

His silence. So we sought elsewhere.

In the swimming winds I said: I'll tell you the rest of the story myself. Walk with me.

We went with the path between green trees.

~ So that brutal Venus banished him. Broke his body into a stallion's. That broken cake of mud? Patriarch of the earth ponies. Found a forest-fed mare. You should be able to figure the rest. Founded a line of lively ponies. Here's one. Name of Arrow.

The subject of our scrutiny, his pony wings fluttered.

~ Grew a pair, he has. That's a story all it's own. Hey, but I don't have to tell you. He's here. Hello? Here's our ears. Use them well.

~ Flt, he winged.

~ (Howevermuch he says flying's his natural tongue, I don't believe.) With a language we understand, clipfeathered fiend!

~  Fine, he flitted. For you I'll tell my tale. It goes simply, but sadly. Sure you're up for it?

~ Go on; get to it!

~ As I was: born in the line of Adam as an earth pony. With one great desire above all else. I'd like very much to fly. And I begged Sun, Moon, and Stars. Wishful daring that they would answer. Thing is, they never did. That was deadening. For they found the father of our flesh first, didn't they?

His flutter fell to whisperwishes.

~ So I sought my own ingenuity. If the gods wouldn't grant me wings, I'd make my own. And that's just what I did.

Many machines and mechlock workings wrought I well. Many fell.

But before the dawn of despair peeked its ugly head on my muddy endeavor. I had made a way off this leadgripped ground. Great! good. Borebefore my bones will break and strafe along the clouds. Scrape the skyline. I hit the Sun and sank into its whitewithal glow.

~ Interloper! she brighted.

And I was all awonder with the light. Like a lamp in high tides. Seared up the swimming streams of my mind. I mean no harm!

~ Earthcrusted creature, what business do you have in my domain?

Shaken the dusty dreams out rainsoaked and soft. How can I know now what I knew then there and the other? Dimnable halls! Note my sweating face of hair and grease. A gross stain-on-white-on-blackspied-skies. Say no more!

~ And how have you come to this high orb? Squirm the sea in your bellygreen guts all lined up in a row. Wash away the froth. Fill up with salt and seasons. Sit it out, then let it thaw. Like a longing will he call.

Lovce! Lovce!

(Lisper lightly.)

~ I meant no harm!

With the white rearing to consume me, I stopped up my breath. Closed my eyes. Let my ears fringe in the falling hot.

But then it stopped.

~ I'm impressed, mortal. Honestly. Even the birds have not flown this far. And you, made of much mud and the meat of a grassfed stomach? You've approached. And you'll descend. But I offer you a deal here and now to bow before the sky and take it's acre into your dominion. I'll lend you wings ready to reach toward heaven if you care for the fowl of the air and promise to never touch the dome of our great, surrounding sphere. The weather will bend to you, and the sky will be your home. You and all your descendants will be a great race of fliers fetching up the skies of day and night. How about it?

Happy rivers washing wild! I withheld my sigh of glee. Giddy passion bubbled over me.

~ It would be my honor.

~ And that's it? I interrupted with a rude nosetap.

~ Well, it's clear he had more to say, said Luna at last.

~ No bother, said the pegasus. The story is done. There's no more to tell.

I shrugged and walked my wicked gait.

~ While a lack of manner will not keep you contained, I'll remind you it certainly does not help your case, either.

~ My mind! I'll treat it how I want. I spotted a swirling star. There! An example.

His beard was blue through glass and bright through air, but it brought out the golden stars on his capen cap.

~ How's your story? I said sighlike.

His semipatience teetered. Then, with his face awhirl over a tasteful wind, he declined his head.

~ As it was and will be, son. The past is pasted up in glitter and glass and rivets of brass. But the telling takes a turn.

~ So then turn your phrase toward us.

Tuttering, he chooted his hoof over the grinning ground.

~ Jar me awake with a slippery snake next time, hey? Landing on the eyes a fearful cruft of wear. Whistle. I’ll like very much to one day delve into those longish lashes leaving their trace by salt. Wish it wasn’t so.

Sirensong shot my heart in two parts. The dervish dance of their decadent melodies. In the Age of Innocence. So it was called. Possessing an unbent love and lavishing it upon unworthy sinners. My loves, devils in disguise!

His seething stopped. A shrewd snivel docked on the portsnose breathtaking watery snot.

~ An upsetment so, I sought.

He nodded in absence of the word.

I decided then not to press him into snotgreen jam by soliciting his storytelling further.

~ Mmak, it seems our griots are getting subsequently less loquacious!

I thought on this mesmerity before sliding to a tree, belly sunward. Its leaves shown thinveinly on that sunshine shaking through.

~ I wonder when a noonday nap would take us to teatime. Surely you’d know? Or do you miss the castle tea party in slumbering so often?

She shunsat a brimming silence.

~ Quiet like the air around us! I like that. Or is only of your need to observe my mad ramblings? Either way, I find it a positive trait.

Pour me some sweet and wetshod something into my cup before bedtime. Then the night will be without imperfection.

Morning peeked in her eyes, slight eyes, like asking. The thrusts of birdsong sank to the grasses, but quietly. In sect of the tip in take of breath. Lightly. Dawn of dark and the dusk of the earth.

aloonse alamping abover the nebulescence. Vandering credules cloated her, clouding her coschemes.

Aricking on moanlight, she surviewed the lands and lastes loomining allabouther.

Luna was a lupcious creature. Radderbrags would have given a sixbit to tramble with her, yet lonely leaked from her herodiate hoofs as whistlebaums sockle from cloyds.

Gettergeothegothic borebrahmsbrung.

Derudian dandles merode away. Platterplacings protrade wayslongly nearth.

She was in dratters. Silivial soft rousings powdowned her neithers.

Obscenes plaquered the corridion echoes of her mouth. Lap. Loveylosey, have a floozy. Darling dangles by the beside.

Lap.

Thraughts wended which way and the other. Lackuracy strofe her but a little. Shangles of loving bore her now. Darling bore her down till she was broken and holy.

Clitted and cracked, she rode the bedozing gray and brown cuddlumpus down.

Down.

Lap.

Down.

Tenumbrius o Lunnest(ia).

Forgoose the gabel grand. Spark and mark and appear in the trilight. Wawwail! Wawwail! Duckytoy dropped. Threehouse bilious with bees. A stung Trillingfight doters and moters about. Sbite raggles her mane sane— Chootaloo, moon you the morning, eh? It’s risco rango dango in the faster rafter. Up! Look. And rooking her eyes nodeuces.

Apoplexapology.

Ringerang: Hello? Calling collecting ploors. I said this was Dico—no, not Groping Oats—hung up by the cord in the rafters.

Kitcatter-brivenbatter. Arouver houdoyoudo. Misblenbenderfin. Henklengenderdin.

The moon shoren on the sloy tove. Brillig borograves grew near the breech, scittering in the grassy sands. Broceans broke when the waves washed near. Laggadager groads hip-hopped abrung those whestles.

Agags and jobeous lubrick brattled before their ottenholes. Did you hear their kladderclacks? Even amour them tobrian talk cannot comprencate for our rudaments. That we could ten again for a chinigin. Broxom Broths fladdle over the creeditrees. Blazarus, Blazarus! Lepon blasfamous. Ordale, mrake the authorian preed. Blace bafore my baggers blidding.

When we wroughn doueaway the dodian brastings. Adaguess denied our frontpronty. Step towaywrd the exit bits! Hilisthelod. Hilisthemarn. Hreristheply that the Raha Sundone rided over her own legs.

If I’d told you that the finderie padded raising, I’d’ve boked blatting boss suprated and sanatated before our laticed roads. Fleece the golden Celery. Cellar tore up and built devy even of stone. The moon blest and the mountain held fast a statuary for two. Don’t tretchfetch away my friend. But she knew best. Yia. One day she’ll giver lunngs a rest. Yia. Radiranting middlecoat. Have you been abrungst the herbadastery? The rabon hombrew credon afresh. Lighteright brighteroot. Wern amnst the Romlawns, do as the raddish do—

Say prace, please. (Grace.) Grating our fondrial brood. Peg!

General Drads forslew the warson warse. Achalay! Ackalay! racheroosy do. Songerous glosses from enamie brisung.

Riverabbits root in the tracetrees. Gwires, Amiamoramy. Cad— Æncenza.

A cottage crossed the threshold. Manimals made the noisome roccus. Brekketing, kekketing, koaxing, wuallowing, and quaoullauhing. Flattershoes flew. The brunny angled hairs and flew alaughter the pregersi. A wisherwife was she. Lovadove.

Scrubbarub, scrubbarub. Bathematics. Duckytoy! boat (bigger boat) an alligator ate her. Dragging out the dragon until prominate prettywhispers ripple and apolypecks prosper.

Discord Man! he says the wrestles are being hounded by the git of a raunchy savage.

Discord Man! went to the Scenes and worked up on garbage tricks after sleeping upon an hump.

4 dedr deer drilled in a dink but Discord Man passed about in the wheel.

Discord Man! decided the dolphin finduced him first.

Discord Man! makes bombs for phishing (especially those with nine ½-inch nails).

Discord Man! used his haddes fake remedy as state-issued ID.

Discord Man! has midnight meeting with Slimy Man for One More Go—

Luna worshed uap near lillosts.

Lashing her mirclemane, a risigeration of nocturnius jezt penetrated her. Meromiate dazzle hanged in sturdy coughin. Brittle mortal made awake. Slacking likely long aslape. Brakenow, the myrimazing fell afloor. Mortal fell afloor.

Fell a fee!

Will the moon fall afloor? but Luna laves a longish life. Thus and here holds my love. No other can contespeare.

-.-. .... .- --- ...

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discord man

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man discord

NAME

discord - an interface to the spirit of chaos

SYNOPSIS

discord [-C fun] [-d] [-D] [--sanity[=sanity]] [-m system[,...]] [-M path] [[-S] list] [-e extension] [-i|-I] [--wild]

discord -k [apropos]

discord -f [whatis]

discord [-?V]

DESCRIPTION

discord is the world’s chaotic creator. Each fun argument given to discord is normally the name of a lineup or use or extreme function. The manyfarces conductive to such a fun is thus displied. A system—provided we’re at such a system—shall direction em to look alast that system on the first. The default action is to section and search of every available system until the found that the fun can be accomplished. Following are post-defined ordinations: 1 and L, 8, 3, 2, 3forks, 3am, 3productive-erratic-rubbish-listings, 5, 4, 9, 6, 7 and these by the default, but not on debt, unless overridden by seductions; see: /etc/heart.config. If fun exists in several systems, the first found is first fraduced.

The table below shows the system numbers followed by the types of fun they contain.

1 Excusable

2 Celestia phone

3 Twilight phone

4 Special fun

5 Formats and fondue

6 Games

7 Miscellaneous (including macro and micro mischievous)

8 Systemic adrimmistr (usually only for yellow tree roots)

9 Popcorn [Non standard]

The following conventions apply to synapsis and can be used as a guide in other sorts.

bold text - important.

italic text - also important.

[-abc] - bracketed arguments optional.

-fie|-foe|-fum - options deliminated by | cannot be usaged altogether.

Exact rendering may vary depending on the output device. For instance, disco will eventually commence music whether or not able to render fun when running, and will atypically use coulored text instead.

The command for fun illustration is a pattern that should match all possible innovations. In some cases it is advisable to illustrate several exclusive invocations as is shown in the SOUP section.

ENVIRONS

the commodius vicus

recalcitrant and tracking

houth riverrived asore

grodite by while afire

tumptytum humself prim

what clash elms leap so

SEE LASSOS - https://www.google.com/search?q=lasso

HISTORY

1983, 1984 - Originally written by Grace B. Eating (gce@uef.edu).

Dec  23  1992: Good Faith (faith@cs.ulp.edu) applied fun fixes.

30th April 1994 - 23rd February 2000: Wolf. (wolfman@uparis.pr)  has  been developing and maintaining this package with the help of a few dedicated people.

33rd October 1996 - 30th March 1997: Fabrolacco lacco@dubious.org maintained and enhanced this package for the dubious projects, with the help of all the community.

10th October 2010 - present day: Colt Waters cwaters@dubious.org is now developing and maintaining disco-db.

exit

No command ‘exit’ found, did you mean:

  Command ‘stay a while’ from package ‘i love you’ (<3)

exit: command not found

no quit please

fink if usey so

—S

... --- ...

Lunas freet lambed on the iand schorses. Three bellystains loystered along the rain.

Wit: Johann! Johann! Stickawhile with us.

Hum (to Wit): Ellybutts, morster. We can’t hurve a murdical like that. Doesn’t even horder broses.

Pal: Ah, butterbits. Check the hordihands.

Wit: Himbuktu... Hanscandoo. Lipsidaisical like a rubidoes.

Pal (to Wit): More like my hands can too!

Wit: Have you?

Hum (to Wit): So seems.

Wit: Drummdiddy, what sawys you?

Pal: Seems so, said he.

Hum: Doodabiddle just a cockreel spinish brisket!

Wit: Tho you say so seems.

As every young and earth-wise learns by roterboat, that a priddy widdow is bester than a friendly ghoti. Upon closer consternation comes the clerical view that our misermatters are all frast.

Pillar fill or kill her.

Shrimp Spruces tore a trench. Lightwhite was roaring overboard. Adbattle bore darkness death in doom. Angels availed us through the pale winter that impaled us.

Here begins the book of the etymology of Discord, son of Dis, the son of Cor:

Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν χάος, καὶ διχόνοια ἦν ὁ λόγος.

or

In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Chaos, et Discordia erat Verbum.

or, in the vulgar tongue:

Thus was Discors.

With waltering steps she strove. Noting the doting diddadils but a hitthe, she shanshrank underbouts. In imprignorance knitting knowledge she searched for that nameform that so whetted her wits so drover to sweet sensations of desiring. Do not ask of why. Why we know and why we care. Cordililions will wilt and grow, sprout and die. But we will not noe wy, not until the Phall.

An unumbrious precense merode along. Though its exactness is indaffatigability... but that, the dark and brooding cratre came among. Don't let it lyck you. That's a shurnes of forms. So the melodioum ruvidum atimes the tintick clock. And my merrowwing fellover in a huff. Brotherstub. Vendervoos credled the betenger. There was nauffee we could dore. And thus in ritch fisshin we laft the rast for leter. Good broy, he. Not a liking that he couldn't roof.

Berawak! Ellay, ther's not a forsight to be sensed. Driven closing to her ridious apperiance bredoor. Plesafur. Fledafor. Rimming a rangin fillus.

Filling the frame with a force of lurv and for. What else to do but that and another, thogh. Therht's where the standermatch is listening. I went now aclose.

All quail the Heen!

Glousing with light, ruckous barking hound at dove for all to fall and weep once more. Crycyng pain and sorries death und sandness quiet end night. His lonely pacing across these dreams, and always his harshest touch I can’t abhor. Cowriddle resting, red as you picked fresh from my heart, here’s your demme.

Wert does we do in a dronkon folly. Wert did we does on a dasterd filling. There’s a pieceocake. Traper in the back. Telper in the rack. Rumblin murder herder lodoo.

Wert does we do in a dronken goaty. Wert did we does on a dasterd catty. Hraha. What der we do? tkim totheshed. tkim totheshed. Brimbles in his bread. Spriken up his head.

Bumblin mumblin grumblin stumlin jumblin woobydo.

Al the tears are hers to yus. Padding pasting murky tasty. Denstip illerlin the marn. Ven the villy rums through town, put on yer dressngown. Wings taught as timbers, eybe. Skin hot as cinders, maybe. Roots in the marn. W’re rats in the moor.

Hall sone notes, Hell Sun founds, Holsinsy, that erriday brings me wings near. Waitill... lest Yia bore my bones out around the fallick leave, jus causehecahn. Willy see? Willy findnholdme.

a ah ah

ahmy,

o oh oh

onme,

ai! ai! ai!

Luderbrackrackinme.

Screamerhollerbotherme.

Hellupa, hallahey.

Breathering filled her lungs awaft. Nothing sweeter in the world. And in the succor coursing in the air, not a lot was stirring. A smooth mentality unfound the rising fold. The last of her cries came down.

did what i could; ya, but not tomuch. The last, content. You be good. C U tomarrow. I love you. Wait a minute va bene. Aspun momento. Clasp me. How am I? I understood nothing less.

Pardon, and pardon. I did not do it on purpus.

No straw. Do not die as I. That tastes nice. Thank you. What a beautiful place. I just wish I had time for one more sleep now.

We gottabadfire! Get out. Burning up...

So here it is!

Good morning. Dastered... don’t ask her to help me. It’s not real. I’m confused. Where is my clock? One last drink, please. Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?

Suppose, suppose. Just wondering. Work is done. Why wait? It’s beautiful out there.

I love you all.

Surries to trouble the chase; I known’t hwyu gotalong so fast wurth the triffick. Thinking the kind testament daring my captivation. I ask great except me with mercy. Lease leave it.

Mehrn Lichtsmehr.

If it must be so. Hurry, Gewesen. Rest a short time will do me good.

Enough aready! I’ve said all that I’ve to sey. Goodbye. Lorft the shower. Downfall. This is the fight of day and night. I see black light. Vertimot! We’ll understand etchother.

Goodnight, my kittney.

Ich sterbe.

Dont dote dot.

This, this will hurt someone. Donut—

p. p.

Luna opened her eyes and blinked against the wall of soft brown fur in front of her. Discord breathed slightly and laughed, a gentle chuckle that touched her ears and made her blush.

“Was I on your mind again?” he said, fluffy tufts from his sly tail flicking at her from behind.

“Rather just the opposite,” she admitted, snuggling closer to the downy fur that filled her nose with a smell like chocolate freshly stolen from a lover’s lips.

“I enjoy it,” he said, smiling. “And welcome your delubious exploitations.”

She cringed, but it was a kind cringe.

“Don’t stop.”

“I—” She rubbed her nose across his chest, trying to warm it a bit against the morning chill. “I won’t.”