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Baked Alaska? Mushy bread pudding is more like it….
Oh tsk tsk Levite I am sure you are upset because I scorned you last Tuesday....

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wigwashington
Baked Alaska? Mushy bread pudding is more like it….
Oh tsk tsk Levite I am sure you are upset because I scorned you last Tuesday....
I should be your gif....
‘wig, you cannot…..please.’
Well, Peter I think you have not had your breakfast consisting of steel oats, fresh woodland berries and a touch of cream like I did this morning…
Can you not see that is why my peaches and cream complexion is the envy of afternoon tea time?
“Has anyone ever told you that you give the worst advice? And who does afternoon tea in the states anymore unless you’re a grandma. Which is consequentially is what you look like. So…”
I should be your gif....
‘wig, you cannot…..please.’
Well, Peter I think you have not had your breakfast consisting of steel oats, fresh woodland berries and a touch of cream like I did this morning…
Can you not see that is why my peaches and cream complexion is the envy of afternoon tea time?
“Has anyone ever told you that you give the worst advice? And who does afternoon tea in the states anymore unless you’re a grandma. Which is consequentially is what you look like. So…”
I saw the painting of yourself with your back facing the viewer...is that supposed to be a manly pose? I am not sure you realize I see that you are competing with me for the attention of the ladies but here is a poem I wrote (and you should take notes) because fine literature like this is what the ladies swoon over...
Blush rose in my cheeks against porcelain compares itself to illuminating flowers painting the dreary cold country side....
Stately wig upon my head compares it self to bullfighter against bull the red divides.....
Stature compares itself to a fearless eagle diligently swooping in majestic pride....
Words spoken compares itself to savage whispers of ocean’s evening tide...
What comfort to know I am of who this speaks...
Next to me the rest are only freaks.....
Samuel my dear gentleman...How is the circus these days?
“Good as it’s always been ——- ….. you would know that had you taken my offer to join, Wig.”
Samuel was in awe of the fine powder coating Wig’s wig….He breathed it in…..the intoxicating fumes of splendor….
Never before had Samuel experienced this euphoric excitement, “Wig, your wig is majestic!” The words rolling out of his desire to posses the wig…the very embodiment of all his dreams….
There was an unexplainable something about the wig – and Samuel thought for one fanciful moment that the wig was calling out to him as if it meant to lure him in its trap. But what trap was that, he wondered. It was just a wig, after all.
“I don’t want your vile wig!” he lied, adamant against the overwhelming need to possess that splendid white wig.
Wig was well aware of Samuel’s intensifying wanton desire of his wig...He invented lies when Samuel visited unannounced and methodically questioned him on the whereabouts of his wig....
Wig found himself drawing up complex maps of his estate just to hide his wig from unexpected visits from Samuel...
Wig was suddenly confronted with the thought that even the morning sun could not cast it’s light upon the dark brooding of a jealous man....
You need sleep Sylar….and a Mason Apron….a nice cup of hot cocoa would set you straight and then maybe you could see how great I am….I am calling you a warlock because you my dear fellow use powers to overcome the populace unlike me who only has to use my indelible charm…..and a bit of lilac fragrance powder helps as well…..
“You aren’t making any sense…and that’s why no one cares about you- never did and definitely never will. You’re actually kind of pathetic when I come to to think of it.”
It seems that your fame has gone to your head my dear gentleman...however remember that I am more famous than you because I am a charming gentleman, a wise thinker, a glorious feast that is devoured by the heart of Americans everywhere...even 200 years later...
I should be your gif....
‘wig, you cannot…..please.’
Hmmmfph….say what you will dear fellow but I will not assist you in matters of charm anymore…
“I don’t think I ever asked for your assistance. So, good riddance, Wig.”
Well, Peter I think you have not had your breakfast consisting of steel oats, fresh woodland berries and a touch of cream like I did this morning...
Can you not see that is why my peaches and cream complexion is the envy of afternoon tea time?
Samuel my dear gentleman...How is the circus these days?
“Good as it’s always been ——- ….. you would know that had you taken my offer to join, Wig.”
A carnival? A circus? A freak act?? I would take all the light away from you and those with your supposed powers..I have the greatest power of all my Mason Apron….hmpfffh
“What can your Mason Apron do?” he asked, fascinated by what strength Wig possessed. It would only add to his own growing powers.
Samuel was in awe of the fine powder coating Wig’s wig....He breathed it in.....the intoxicating fumes of splendor....
Never before had Samuel experienced this euphoric excitement, “Wig, your wig is majestic!” The words rolling out of his desire to posses the wig...the very embodiment of all his dreams....
Samuel my dear gentleman...How is the circus these days?
"Good as it’s always been ——- ….. you would know that had you taken my offer to join, Wig.”
Samuel you are a hazard my dear fellow....
I should be your gif....
'wig, you cannot…..please.'
Claire went giddy (though it was not very virtuous of her) over my wig…it has a hint of lilac fragrance you know….maybe you should try some lilac powder…
"You’re delusional. You’re not aware of that, are you? I was thinking maybe I should get you some help? It’s the powdered wig, I think….messing with your head."
Hmmmfph....say what you will dear fellow but I will not assist you in matters of charm anymore...
Me with a tan....
Various styles of powdered wigs
I should be your gif....
'wig, you cannot…..please.'
I am the epitome of charm….just ask Claire she will justify me in all of my endeavors….I assume you Peter are a very jealous man…in spite of the fact that you are a “HERO”
"I doubt Claire thinks much of you. Jealous of you? Come on, you’re wearing a powdered wig in 2015. No one is jealous of crazy."
Claire went giddy (though it was not very virtuous of her) over my wig...it has a hint of lilac fragrance you know....maybe you should try some lilac powder...
That is no way to treat me…I sailed many oceans so you could have the freedom to be you..even with powers you warlock you….
"You didn’t sail anything for me. We hardly have freedom- especially us, hiding? Is that what you call freedom? And who are you calling a warlock??"
You need sleep Sylar....and a Mason Apron....a nice cup of hot cocoa would set you straight and then maybe you could see how great I am....I am calling you a warlock because you my dear fellow use powers to overcome the populace unlike me who only has to use my indelible charm.....and a bit of lilac fragrance powder helps as well.....
Samuel my dear gentleman...How is the circus these days?
"Good as it’s always been ——- ….. you would know that had you taken my offer to join, Wig.”
A carnival? A circus? A freak act?? I would take all the light away from you and those with your supposed powers..I have the greatest power of all my Mason Apron....hmpfffh
I should be your gif....
'wig, you cannot…..please.'
Peter…peter…tsk tsk…I know you wish you had my super powers…the ability to cross the Delaware…and charm….
"Are you aware of the actual definition of charm? Because I’m sure that you don’t fall anywhere near that line."
I am the epitome of charm....just ask Claire she will justify me in all of my endeavors....I assume you Peter are a very jealous man...in spite of the fact that you are a "HERO"
wigwashington
Everyone cares about me….why Sylar why did you slap that poor little boy?..you brute….
"No one cares about the likes of you. You’re nothing but a bit of old news that people just laugh at now. Fold the newspaper up and toss it away. But brute? Hardly that, really. What if he deserved it?"
That is no way to treat me...I sailed many oceans so you could have the freedom to be you..even with powers you warlock you....
I should be your gif....
'wig, you cannot…..please.'
Peter...peter...tsk tsk...I know you wish you had my super powers...the ability to cross the Delaware...and charm....