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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[loyalless]

[ That right there? That's the sound of Treavor's eyes rolling far the fuck into the back of his skull. Did he ask for a resume? A resume or a... what is this, a collection of nonsensical words and phrases? ]

I don't recall your asking.

Still, since you've been so blessedly thorough:

Schemer
Disappointment
Drinker of fine wines
Drinker of lesser wines
Societal performer
Master of snide remarks and withering glances
All around entertainment to terribly powerful people
An admirer and experimenter in the art of oblivion

All that in my own long and loathsome life.

[angelnorghost]

I have not heard enough of your snide remarks to proclaim you a master so I shall withhold judgement until a later date.
Though we do seem to cross over in many of our areas of interest and occupations.

Aside from lesser wines, that is something I cannot abide.

Do you mean the art of oblivion in more of an existential or a physical way?
Or both, depending on the occasion.

[loyalless]

I don't recall requesting your judgment. Nor do I recall seeing 'authority on snide remarks' on your list of accomplishments. Which I assume makes you the bane of existence: an amateur judge.

An amateur souse, as well. Drink enough, and you learn not to be too picky.

I would encourage you not to tell anyone I said as much. I do try to maintain a minor reputation for discernment.

As for oblivion, I'll leave that to your imagination.