adrahil: (if i've told you once...)
Dear Sockpuppet News,

I would like to place an advertisement )

I have only spandex to pay you with, and enclose a delightful pair of leggings as payment.


Yours still trapped with old people,

Adrahil of Dol Amroth
adrahil: (eh?)
I am still trapped in the Old People's Home!!

THE INDIGNITY!

Where are the swans which swore to protect my honor? Which swore to protect the rights of spandex wearers everywhere?
adrahil: (casino)
I am still in the Strudel Park Home for the Elderly.

I am still lacking in spandex.

I am also still lacking in swan legions. This does not a happy Adrahil make. Hmmm.
adrahil: (eh?)
I have been imprisoned in an OLD PEOPLE'S HOME!!

Where are my swan legions when I need them most? Where is my spandex? Where are the little miniture soldiers with little silver trumpets that march around as if by magic?
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::blink::

Where am I and why am I suddenly surrounded by old people and nurses?
adrahil: (eh?)
::looks around distractedly::


There were grandchildren here somewhere. And then they were cheese. O_o

THE CHEESE IS INVADING.
adrahil: (Default)
My search for the cheese has not yielded dairy produce. This sickens and disgusts me.

What kind of city has no cheese?

I am still lacking in swans. :(
adrahil: (eh?)
I appear to have misplaced a unit of armed swans. This is most inconvienient. My plan to rule the Strudel Memorial Park may be foiled.

Hmm.

Where is the cheese?
adrahil: (eh?)
::stands on park bench::

Friends, Dol Amrothians, countrymen, lend me your ears!
I come to...

wait. I seem to have forgotten what I was going to say. Petunia, is that you? Where am I?

What's going on? Who are you?
adrahil: (if i've told you once...)
COME MY SWAN LEGIONS!!!

Your mission should you choose to accept it is to move in formation alpha zero to the Strudel Memorial Park and capture this stronghold.
adrahil: (Default)
My son(s) have forgotten me. This is most disappointing.

I shall go and weep into my spandex.
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Gold skies over Dol Amroth again
The swan arrives, floats about
Looking graceful and vicious
The only quiet part -- that river
Swimming near silence
Where the swan awaits

Now silver rivers fade
Into gold beginnings
Where the swan awaits
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A Story by Adrahil Swanhelm. Aged.... something and two thirds.

Once upon a time there was a swan called... Eugene. Eugene was a very content swan until one day he became encased in jello and DIED.

The End.

THE SWANS!!! SAVE THE SWANS FROM THE JELLO!
adrahil: (if i've told you once...)
::shreds manuscripts::


I need a new muse. I think the last one died. possibly murdered

Hmmm. Any volunteers? It helps if you like spandex.
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My muse was cruelly pecked to death by a swan. My grand opus may never be completed.
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::scribbles furiously across walls, floors and ceilings::

*trauma*

Mar. 20th, 2003 07:36 pm
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::coughcough::

Once upon a time there was a great playwright named Adrahil. One day as he was going about his business, he felt the urge to relieve himself. Upon entering the lavatory he discovered a terrible thing.

HE WAS AS ANATOMICALLY INCORRECT AS A KEN DOLL



::rocks backwards and forwards::
adrahil: (eh?)
::disappears into cupboard::

::reemerges in tights::
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::raises eyebrow::
My son has terrible taste in hats.
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