Aye, all Brunic
Aye. I've a melotron, it plays, it plays & the scrolls of the sea unfurl. Aye, aye, I've a golden ear what hears the choir of the world. Lads, lads, be ye strong, ere the leaden siren nears. Toil, toil, aye light me way, for toil tattles all yr fears.
What the fuck then lads. Where be the bounty of yore?
What the fuck then lads. Where be the bounty of yore?
posted by henry dagger | 9:07 AM
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Yar, it be around the corner and up your arse, dagger! And ere long me boot shall join it, Odin willing and the creek don't rise.
That was me, ye motherfuckers.
Aye, but so obscured ye were, ye nancy, by your anonyminty, that ye let the foul & pestilent syllables of Odin's name smudge me pages ye blimey horn-swaggler. I will serenely disdain, aye, for now, ye pesky maggot, from telling ye precisely what ye ought to do with yer idols of Odin.
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