Litterations and Libricosities

In all seriousness

Perhaps our poor, irritable friend is right. Perhaps we should be less enthusiastic in our archiving. It would benefit many, I am sure, and prevent complaints in future. We do want to make our customers happy, hmm?

askmrveils

Agreed!

askmrapples

As ever, Mr. Wines is insightful and enlightening in his recommendation. A change of course shall occur posthaste!

#fallen london #askmreggs #mr eggs

We fully symphonize on the matter. Discretitude is befitting of our positions.

Greetings, my friend. Are you surprised to see me?

Tread carefully, dear. We would never assert that 'Mr.' is a proprietated term. But those who attempt to emulize the unfamiliar may face unfamiliar consequences.

A veritable cavalcade of associants has manifested! Greetifications are ostended to all. Mr Veils, I apologize for the conduct of both the ravenous and the oviparous. Mr Apples, your exuberation is welcome indeed. Mr Hearts, perhaps you could open your ask-receptacle? And Mr Spices, I am certiful that you will conduct yourself with comity. Entirely certiful.

#fallen london #askmrveils #askmrapples #askmrhearts #askmrspices #mr veils #mr apples #mr hearts #mr spices

that made less sense than the latin. all i see is egg. so many egg. i was not the egg in the beginning but i became the egg. i can only see egg. the tree, tree egg. the bird, hatch egg. all is egg. is there a mr. eggs? egg egg egg egg egg. nothing but egg. egg. all is egg. i cannot become the egg. i only see egg. egg

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#specifically this one #fallen london #anonymous

Do you have a favorite author or type of genre? (Also I am so sorry for the fellow very enamored with egg. They haven't been doing so well. Think they were the ones who tried to eat the 'snow' last December because someone suggested it in a book.)

The Baron of Lytton is, in my merely custodiate opinion, a foremost author of immaculant phraseology and perennious composition. An expert wielder of the arch-enchanter's wand. Metaphorially, of course.

#fallen london #anonymous #your explicatives of our ovoid associate do shed light on a few notes we have received

i spent ten minutes staring at that and understood about two words. i'm going to assume it was about eggs, though. how do you feel about eggs? i wasn't always like this. so many egg

Consider an egg. Envisify it thoroughly. Excogitate its details. What colour is it? Is it large, or small? Does it rest upon a mound of dirt? Or is it surrounded by nihility? Or nestled in the involutions of a serpent? Is its yoke shining, or two-sexed, or horned?

Why?

What you have pervisaged is not true. Not wholly. There are, nevertheless, certain truthhoods in it. Do not seek them out. ‘Ware beginnings, dear orphiquerent. And ‘ware eggs.

#fallen london #anonymous #we are always eager to hear of love

amo ovum

Sodes, nobis amorem tuum narres. Illud Emporium fabulas amorum semper desiderat. Fortasse mox cutis Emporii amore ovi caelabitur.

i am sorry for my poor latin skills. i don't understand what i was thinking when i tried to conjugate that

Think nothing of it, my little inkblot. We meant only to address in full all permutabilities. It is always a delectation to revisify an old tongue, and none are less likely than I to demand orthodoxification of language. Symbols bridged languages, epochs, and ultimately our twin consciousnesses. Is that not, in itself, mirabilous?

you seem like better company than the other masters of the bazaar

It depends on what you find good company! Possibly better company. I enjoy all of my colleagues, personally.

askmriron

[The feeling is mutual, to an extent.]

askmreaten-deactivated20150625

We agree, we agree. Surely there is no requirifaction for collatarizing here. We each have our own eminences. One may have charismatism and convivialness. Another, excellent literation and magnificent lexicality. And others – well, brevity, to be sure. Idiosyncrated preferences are hardly measures of objective superiosity.

Liars. Speak truth or be silent. You are feral animals. Preceding over seven damned asylums. You will be discarded when the time comes.

Your death does not remove you from us, from our associations, no matter how much the Bazaar tries to hide it.

You are as much an animal as any of us, poor thing. Misbegotten, forgotten. You are a victim like all of us.

askmriron

[There are times when it is better to be silent. Such as now.]

[Speaking of this matter is useless.]

#fallen london #askmriron #mr iron #askmrwines #mr wines #askmreaten #mr eaten

Prudential as ever, Mr Iron. It brittles our leathered old heart to see such certaminity. Much will be discarded, and much altered, as has been before and will be again. For now, let us consignate such eidola to forgetfulness.

vos volo ovum?

Verbis tuis cerno te ovum esse, atque nos volare. Si sic est, te ob ovitatem tuam laudamus. Si tamen "Ovum vis?" dicere conabaris, gratias agimus, sed nunc ova satis habemus. Satis, superque.

you seem like better company than the other masters of the bazaar

It depends on what you find good company! Possibly better company. I enjoy all of my colleagues, personally.

askmriron

[The feeling is mutual, to an extent.]

#fallen london #askmriron #mr iron #askmrwines #mr wines

We agree, we agree. Surely there is no requirifaction for collatarizing here. We each have our own eminences. One may have charismatism and convivialness. Another, excellent literation and magnificent lexicality. And others – well, brevity, to be sure. Idiosyncrated preferences are hardly measures of objective superiosity.

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This week on tumblr: everything’s a fucking virus im a virus you’re a virus don’t even touch your cat that’s a virus too

#fallen london #the starveling cat #always remember that there are myriable types of viruses

The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Click on its name and your pulse will go flat!

mr. pages, do you believe you are an egg?

Not as much as I confidesce that you are an egg, oological friend.

mr pages are you an egg

We can all be eggs if we believe.

dear mr pages, what would happen if i licked a correspondence plaque

Perhaps you would taste piquances never before experienced! A rush of vermiline and aureate in the mouth, the electric acidity of a thunderstorm, a crackle of effulgence in emptiness! Perhaps your tongue would utter strange and alien utterances that bled in the ears of all who heard them.

But most likely it would stick there, and you would perambulate with your mouth firmly adhered to a tablet. To the amusement of your compatrions, we are sure.