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| − | + | New Year's Day is a sad holiday wrapped in a hazzy hape of... excuse me, a happy haze of drunkeness. Unlike other holidays that carry religious or cultural significance, New Year's Day is purely a social convention created from the mass panic of the day before. Said hysteria arises from an individual's realization that they've accomplished nothing of import during the previous year, and ''woe!'' how depressing that is. | |
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| + | Watch the little person try to redeem his wasted hours, days, weeks, and months! Watch him give [[Quezlarian Ooo|Ooo]] to charities, to pat and scratch and wash the dirty dirty pachyderms, to shower [[Pochre Petals]] on the graves of forgotten lump sums... sorry, loved ones. Silly, silly Ghyllians, each wishing to be held in high esteem, each hoping that a day of unbridaled kindness can wipe away the tears of beaten wives, trampled willies, and dejected denizens. | ||
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| + | You make me syc... thi... fl... grrrr... ''sick''! | ||
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| + | It makes me giggle to watch you fail. Drown your sorrows with [[Adlorst Vinifera|Adlorst]], haunt your dreams with delusions. Hah! Wake up on New Years, filled with little more than weak spirits of both liquid and heart. Make your Resolutions, fresh look your strife... excuse me, life, assert your inspirations. Bwahah. Hahah. Hah. ''[[User:Morbus Iff|Morbus Iff]] passes out.'' | ||
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| + | '''Citations''': [[Adlorst Vinifera]], [[Pochre Petals]], [[Quezlarian Ooo]]. | ||
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| + | --[[User:Morbus Iff|Morbus Iff]] 18:52, 14 Jan 2005 (EST) | ||
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Revision as of 19:52, 14 January 2005
New Year's Day is a sad holiday wrapped in a hazzy hape of... excuse me, a happy haze of drunkeness. Unlike other holidays that carry religious or cultural significance, New Year's Day is purely a social convention created from the mass panic of the day before. Said hysteria arises from an individual's realization that they've accomplished nothing of import during the previous year, and woe! how depressing that is.
Watch the little person try to redeem his wasted hours, days, weeks, and months! Watch him give Ooo to charities, to pat and scratch and wash the dirty dirty pachyderms, to shower Pochre Petals on the graves of forgotten lump sums... sorry, loved ones. Silly, silly Ghyllians, each wishing to be held in high esteem, each hoping that a day of unbridaled kindness can wipe away the tears of beaten wives, trampled willies, and dejected denizens.
You make me syc... thi... fl... grrrr... sick!
It makes me giggle to watch you fail. Drown your sorrows with Adlorst, haunt your dreams with delusions. Hah! Wake up on New Years, filled with little more than weak spirits of both liquid and heart. Make your Resolutions, fresh look your strife... excuse me, life, assert your inspirations. Bwahah. Hahah. Hah. Morbus Iff passes out.
Citations: Adlorst Vinifera, Pochre Petals, Quezlarian Ooo.
--Morbus Iff 18:52, 14 Jan 2005 (EST)
