[ROMANTIC] ITT we write a DQN love letter [COLLABORATIVE] (37)

1 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6629 21:46

>>8-12 Opening paragraph
>>15-20 Second paragraph
>>22-25 Third paragraph
>>28-32 Closing paragraph

>>5 Salutation
>>11,22,28 Flowery metaphors
>>16,24 Seasonally appropriate similes
>>29-32 Lewd suggestions
>>35 Valediction
>>36 Signature

26 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 12:04

He is fascinated by the moths' metamorphosis, a process he wants to undergo by becoming a woman. In one of the film's most infamous scenes, he dances around with his penis tucked between his legs, wearing a silk cape which he flourishes like butterfly wings. (In the novel, he tucks his penis between his legs after taking a shower).

27 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 18:17

>>26
Such a shame our posts won't even be in the letter. I still love you, though, >>26-san.

28 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 19:42

Ooh! Ooh! I want to see what the lewd suggestions are!

29 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 20:03

He is fascinated by the moths' metamorphosis, a process he wants to undergo by becoming a woman. In one of the film's most infamous scenes, he dances around with his penis tucked between his legs, wearing a silk cape which he flourishes like butterfly wings. (In the novel, he tucks his penis between his legs after taking a shower).

Eat this, >>27

30 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 20:21

I'm going to hold hands with you SO HARD your breathing will quicken slightly and you'll get butterflies in your stomach!

31 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 20:56

am wanting to traverse like demon sea shores with you but have some ailment i don't know i think it is a tape recording of my mother's your cousin's lamented wails???

32 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 22:20

Let's get dressed together.

33 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 22:31

CHRIST ON A FUCKING BIKE, YOU RUINED THE LETTER! ALL OF YOU! SHAME ON EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU, SILLY BASTARDS!

34 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 22:43

I have to agree with >>33, that was terrible. There was not even one flowery metaphor!

35 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 23:06

>>33 >>34 i read the opening sentence and thought fuck this. I could never love anyone who smokes, is American or British, or uses a tripcode.

36 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 23:08

Also >>11 was a flowery metaphor. Or should that be "floury" metaphor? ;)

37 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6630 23:27

Alright, listen here.

My love for you is as pure as the sky is blue, sweet ESpeoN/NPA. I want you to such the pus from these horrific sores covering my body. I want to slide my thumb up your bumhole and then i want you to taste my love for you, the lumps of it sticking to my thumb. Then we shall make racist gestures towards each other all night,

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? On second thought, I'd rather just fuck. On a third thought, I'd rather for us to enjoy some nice multiplayer games together. We could play "Dance Dance Revolution," only we'd hit the buttons by fucking vigorously on the dancepad. Or we could hypersalivate in a hyper-expensive restaurant. ...just you and me together, love.

Ur mom 񂱂etbjI Ur dad is better looking but less agile.

Ooh! Ooh! I want to see what the lewd suggestions are! He is fascinated by the moths' metamorphosis, a process he wants to undergo by becoming a woman. In one of the film's most infamous scenes, he dances around with his penis tucked between his legs, wearing a silk cape which he flourishes like butterfly wings. (In the novel, he tucks his penis between his legs after taking a shower). Eat this, >>27. I'm going to hold hands with you SO HARD your breathing will quicken slightly and you'll get butterflies in your stomach! am wanting to traverse like demon sea shores with you but have some ailment i don't know i think it is a tape recording of my mother's your cousin's lamented wails??? Let's get dressed together.

>>33 >>34 i read the opening sentence and thought fuck this. I could never love anyone who smokes, is American or British, or uses a tripcode.
Also >>11 was a flowery metaphor. Or should that be "floury" metaphor? ;)

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