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Fiddlebottoms


"Art forms that appeal to modern leftish intellectuals tend to focus on sordidness, defeat and despair, or else they take an orgiastic tone, throwing off rational control ..."

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She put bon-bon's dying body up her vagina? That'd be kinky if bon-bon wasn't little more than mashed corpse by then. :rainbowwild:

Question: Does acknowledging that something has been done wrong free the perpetrator of their guilt?

Depends, did the perpetrator already kill the people that want to punish him?

I lost my shit when the furry dropped on bon-bon.

I've always wondered what an adventure-style story with action and monster slaying would be like from you. It didn't disappoint. This story was a lot of fun.

By the way, have you ever seen/read the play "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" by Tom Stoppard? It seemed very Fiddlebottoms-esque when I read it.

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Originally, I was going to have them both be slurped up the anthropomorph vag. For some reason (I guess it was Lyra and Bon-Bon) I found myself wondering, "what would Pascal do?"
It would all end in an explosion. That's the answer, although the build up was kind of butchered after the vag slurping. I'm gonna pretend it was justified by the anthology conceit and move on.

I have seen Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. A metaplay about a play that was already pretty meta ((insert gibberings about the shadow play Hamlet performs)). I like it, although I find more sympathy in modern self-satires like that of George Araki, or Michael Haneke, or Catechism Cataclysm, where the writers deliberately haul the entire work down upon themselves in a fit of self-destructive hubris.

It is a state of affairs that drove our father to drink and bitterness, but we lack his excess of imagination. For us it is simply thus; having always been so, and always being so, there is not to either side of the present but a vast expanse of grey with just this instant--as it being comes and coming goes--to represent a flair of present color. Inwardly illuminated and weeping, like a burn peeling, bright red blister of existence emerging from deadened skin, with no object to envy or deny. Nerves exposed only now, only here, and elsewhere so enshrined in our flesh that we could scarcely find them if given proper tools.

What?


Well this has been kind of utterly depressing. Theres nothing more I can really think to say other than kudos for fluttershy foal rape.

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>fluttershy foal rape
>kudos
?????

Also, when you say what, do you mean that you specifically had no idea what that sequence of words was supposed to mean? I probably need to trim that down, since it basically repeats itself (the past and future are not real) three-four times.

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Pretty much yea, I could get nothing beyond vague meanings. I did not go to university.

"I told you so!" Bon-Bon shouted triumphantly as about 2 tons of pony-monkey flesh cracked her spine. "I told you so," she gasped out with a mouthful of blood.

Right here. That's where Bonbon should've died. Right, vindicated, and having the last word.

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