I'm sleepy. I'm very fond.
I was able to rest in bed. Such a relief!
Our time in The Destined Decay and Crosses. I'm not interested.
I saw a dwarf recite The Thin Straps at The Wooden Spice. I enjoyed that.
I told the story of the human Jathbi Bandedclod to the position of law-giver of The Crystalline Celebration in the least bit arousing.
I told the story of the Moon. That was satisfying.
I recited My Friend Pitches. This isn't embarrassing.
I read The Pursuit of the foundation of Torchhame by The Arrow-Anvil of Wielding in 41 at The Bread of Charcoal. I am not filled with delight.
I saw Monom Figurestood recite Beautiful Jester at The Oat of Quieting. I find this somewhat admirable.
I saw a human recite Punches: Then The Sea Laughs at The Oat of Quieting. It's interesting.
I saw Kaslun Springplaits recite The Dabbling Plums at The Orange of Murdering. I'm excited.
I got caught in a snow storm. This isn't frustrating.
I taught armor. I am not burning with lust.
I saw a human recite The Aquamarine Skirt at The Unswerving Butters. The gaiety I'm feeling!
I saw a performance of The Oaken Glaze in 171 at The Harvester of Gifts. No, I'm not interested.
I saw a elf recite Scraps and the Tear at The Peaches of Dust. No, I'm not enjoying this.
I recited We See Tightnesses at The Infinite Apples. No, I'm not lonely.
I didn't sleep soundly due to the position of militia commander
Death is all around us. I can now reside in Brassromanced. I am not exhilarated.
It was snowing on me. I don't feel restless.
This server and all of its members live in the same basement.