Arielle Mari

You see, we have this sister named Arielle Mari. She is talented and dramatic. Creative and unpredictable. We love her despite her ever-changing hair. As we write, she is flying through the air, crushing our hopes and dreams. We started this blog in the hopes that one day we would all be reunited, writing and adventuring together. But, alas, this may not be. She may not find us in our happy little southern town until one of our numbers has already departed for a cold and dismal state. And then we shall be three, just three, yet again. And this is why we cry tears of devastation and reform. Pray for us in our time of need.

My Humble Abode

My Dear Children,

I thought I might share with you the image of my future abode, once I come into fantastic riches that I am sure await me in my future.

Your Servant,

Winston Hughes VII

To be or...

The next time you feel inclined to burst out in iambic pentameter, dear readers, take inspiration from these merry players: http://theater.nytimes.com/2011/08/15/theater/shakespeare-on-the-subway.html

Yours truly saw them perform several moons before. Stayed on the delightful 1 train a few extra stops to witness Hamlet's demise.

Theophilus

I'm Reading BBC in Hindi

Can I read Hindi you may ask.

The answer: sort of. Not really. No.

Why, then, am I reading BBC in Hindi?

The answer is beyond even me.

Regards,

Cagney

All for you, minions.

• 3 hours ago

  Chelsey

  • insolent fool
• 3 hours ago

  Calvin

  • What have I done, oh great mistress?
  • CHOMP
• 3 hours ago

  Chelsey

  • death, destruction, and despair will befall you shortly
• 3 hours ago

  Calvin

  • Well duh
  • BUT WAIT
  • A DRUM A DRUM MACBETH DOTH COME
  • Run away fool
• 3 hours ago

  Chelsey

  • you will be kitty treats for my dear cat, Lord Buster VI the Valiant.
• 3 hours ago

  Calvin

  • ahem
  • We should post this conversation on 4 wandering minstrels
• about an hour ago

  Chelsey

  • yeah you should
  • do it now

Nonsensical

I'm the strapping young man Cedric.

xoxo

Ode To A Chipmunk

As you sit on the couch

Your face like a pouch

I am reminded of that grouch

With the slouch (aka Voldemort)

Why you remind me of him I cannot say

All I know is that I want to keep you at bay

So that you cannot damage my caché

Or burn my precious bouquet

I hope that your mouth reduces in size

Otherwise you may meet an untimely demise

But perhaps this is a good disguise

In which case normalcy would be unwise

Forever your partner in crime even if you look like a chipmunk,

Cagney

A Story, A Companion to Your Evening Hot Chocolate and Mangoes

Once upon a time there was a humble prince named Winston. He was simple and salubrious and only desired to find a mate that would befit his humble lifestyle, and so, humble Winston set out on an expedition to find this one fair and true maiden. He mounted his milk white steed, Jurgis Von Grafenburger IV, and held his fist fiercely in the air as if in celebration—in celebration of what, I know not. (We can only assume it was in recognition of his humbleness.) He pulled the reins encircling Jurgis Von Grafenburger IV’s neck and began his journey with the utmost humility. As he was riding into the sunset (again, why he was leaving at sunset and not sunrise is unknown to me) he flashed a brilliant smile of pearl-like dentures and a humble glance back at the courtiers shrinking into the landscape. As he shot this humble glance their way, he fell off of Jurgis Von Grafenburger IV and suffered a massive concussion. He lay on the moist soil, unconscious yet continually humble as his family rushed to his side. He was rushed to the E.R., but, alas, nothing could be done, and humble Winston flew to Elysium.

~A little ditty from your kind friend,

Winston Hughes VII

Hello minions.

Hi little minions.

I hope you're doing really outstandingly. Today marked a momentous occasion: the creation of a collaboration of colossal capacity. This blog. Readers, we embark on this journey to satiate your blood-thirsty desire for good literary adventures. Look no further. Here, you shall discover a world filled to the brim with dazzling diamonds, rare rubies, and effervescent emeralds. We hope you enjoy this joining of the powers that be. We are beyond thrilled to share with you every inane and prosaic thought which may cross our boorish minds. That's what the great world of blogging is all about, right? In short, have a nice day and don't consume too many spirits when the New Year makes its appearance in 13043564 seconds.

In the meantime, contemplate this lovely little article before you ascend (or descend or remain in the same lateral plane).

Cordially,

Cagney