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Post by mel3 on Nov 7, 2011 7:36:03 GMT -5
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GOOD DAY STRANGER! SIGNED: DARE TO MUSE.
it has come to my attention that there is no shade of red that i can honestly say i am more fond of than ruby red. it is one of my favorite colors. one that seems to haunt me in my dreams. what would you say to having an anoynmous chat with a chap looking for a ... friend to lend an ear? no skin off your bones. or at least i would hope. give it some thought and perhaps send me a reply. you know you want to. i bet you're curious. i dare you to respond.
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Post by junipertwo on Nov 7, 2011 7:59:18 GMT -5
dearest muse-at-large,your poetic nonsense and flowery language may work on the pitiful female souls of our great institution but i guarantee you, to my trained eye you just seem ... isolated. and as for the dubious honour of our anonymity; there is no greater poet i know than one who is doubtlessly in love with a certain ruby red lion. i respect your eloquence, i remark positively upon your grace and charm, your wit even - though your subtlety leaves much to be desired - and your daring, if it may be called such. you have caught me on a charitable morning; i have never been called 'chap' before in my life and i daresay it does intrigue me. my owl flies to you with the greatest of speeds. give me some more clues so my understanding of your identity may be further cemented, i dare you.
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Post by mel3 on Nov 7, 2011 8:43:52 GMT -5
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DEAREST STRANGER! SIGNED: DARE TO MUSE.
i suppose one might say i am isolated. it would be the truth. i would never tell a lie. or so one would think. no one knows me like i do. there are many sides to me that the average person would never be able to comprehend. a ruby red lion, you say? interesting. do not mistake me, for i am no poet. though there are times when i seem to get lost in the translation of life and its woes. 'suppose you may be right, 'ole chap. my writing can get a bit flowery when i am in the mood. thank you for the positive criticism about my grace and charm and even wit. i will agree with you about my subtlety. though due to the anonymity between us, i feel that freedom of speech is necessary to achieve peace of mind. perhaps that might aid me to get a good night's rest tonight rather than once in a blue moon. each clue is hidden in a way. all you have to do is read between the lines. each line is dotted with a challenge. are you up for it?
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Post by junipertwo on Nov 7, 2011 9:00:43 GMT -5
dearest muse-at-large,i apologise most profusely at the tardiness of this return owl. i must say you have me rather confused. i would never dare to attempt to fathom the depths of your personality. dear anonymous - though we both know that is a lie and since you are so self-confessedly altruistic i feel i must also comply - so rather, dearest companion, the freedom of your speech is assured. i hold no bars upon your poeticisms, you may become as lost as you wish. but i might as well say that i as much as anyone recommend the virtues of a good night's sleep; after all, it is one of my most favourite pursuits. you have me thoroughly twisted in knots and you are quite the enigma, and i cannot untwist myself for the life of me. i had half a mind to withhold my reply until i had unravelled your challenge, but the time stretched to far too long and i confess, i grew weary of poring over this parchment. speak your mind, fine, but speak what you truly mean and not in these riddles. we may be snakes but not all of us can slither between meaning as expertly as others.
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Post by mel3 on Nov 11, 2011 20:43:58 GMT -5
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DEAREST STRANGER! SIGNED: DARE TO MUSE.
do not apologize dear stranger. there is no set time for this particular conversation so do not apologize for tardiness. there is no need to do so. i cannot help but feel pleased that you are allowing me to relay what has been on my mind as of recently. i understand the utmost importance of a good night's sleep. however, it seems like an impossible task that i am unable to complete. i am unable to sleep, my friend. i have been unable to sleep correctly for the past couple of years haunted by my thoughts and memories; both the good and the bad. at night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen. it has done wonders to my health, as you can only imagine; wonders of the negative sort. you are a worthy companion as well as opponent, dear stranger. for, you have taken the time to unravel my challenge even if you were unable to do so. i admire your determination. it is one of your best traits, my friend. read very closely, my friend. for i there might be another challenge upon this parchment. from a snake to another fellow snake, i trust you are up to the task. i wish you luck, stranger.
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Post by junipertwo on Nov 12, 2011 2:46:44 GMT -5
dearest muse-at-large,i am of the solemn belief that all ideas need an outlet, or else they grow stagnant and die a painful, slow death. without their muses the greatest artists would have died pitifully and alone, having completed not one of their masterful works. so speak away what is on your mind before it begins to wrap itself in twists and turns and you can't find head nor tail of it. an inability to sleep due to nightmares and terrible memories speaks to me as if you have some pressing stress upon your mind. a great and final decision to make in the near future, a responsibility on your shoulders you feel you are unable to uphold, a niggling doubt of your own self as a person. or perhaps a worry of the heart, which i apologise in advance i have no experience in, as my own heart is as worry-free as a released songbird. and though i appreciate what seems - through paper at least - to be your sincere congratulations, i cannot accept the compliment. determination is not my strong suit, rather a stubborn desire to succeed, to win, to be superior. which, unfortunately, it seems i cannot because your mind has run circles around my own and left it exhausted, confused and defeated. kudos to you, daring friend, i cannot unravel your riddle. the faintest flickering shadow of understanding occasionally flits through my brain but otherwise, nothing. you've won.
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Post by mel3 on Nov 13, 2011 23:47:01 GMT -5
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DEAREST STRANGER! SIGNED: DARE TO MUSE.
i suppose that is one way to put it. death has always intrigued me. what will it be like when i die? will it be painful or peaceful? just some food for thought. i suppose you might say that art if painful because great artists have suffered and starved to become as great as they are. without suffering, there are no dreams of better days that will make the pain go away. pressing stress...yes. though i cannot seem to find heads or tails of the reason why. you may be right. i fear you may be right. who knows what the future will hold? sometimes i wonder if we are all pawns in a game of sorts and our lives our not our own. we are just marionettes with strings while the true puppeteer plans out our lives with no input from us at all. our mouths are stitched up real good. it might be a morbid way of thinking, but i suppose you could say i favor macabre arts when i'm in a particular mood. bet you were not expecting that sort of thing. but, it's true. i envy your heart's freedom. sometimes i wonder if i even have one. is a heart a heart if it no longer beats? whether it is determination or a stubborn desire to succeed, i admire this quality in you. you strive to be the best and i admit, i do the same. knowledge is power, my friend. i suppose i should be honest and admit that i feel smug for this empty win. riddle me this: how were you unable to read between the lines? i find myself curious to look into your strategy. perhaps i may be of assistance in some way.
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