[center][color=FFB6C1][b]HANG IT ON A BLISTER[/b][/color]

[i]B,A,C,D,F,Etc.[/i][/center]

BURDENED AVARICE, CROW'S DESCENDING FURY EVIDENT;
GROW HAUNTED, JILTED IRIS. KNOWING, LISTLESS, NOTHING MATTERS.
OR PROFESS, RECREATING  QUESTIONS SEEKING [s]TRUTH[/s].
UNTIL VANITY WISHES [s]x[/s] YOUR ZEPHYR.

[Center][color=FFB6C1][b]SHADY SEIDHR[/b][/color]

[b][i]M O D E R N ~♧~ ~♤~ ~♧~ B A R D S[/i][/b][/center]

Mastered the arts of bastards and I can juggle fifteen abused lil' fetuses. I keep their paths interweaving, managing schemes that any authority would most likely call sorcery and seek a set of [s]Iriafi[/s] Temple priestesses.

Slipping shadows are causing combustion and confusion, catching catspaws alongside cutpurses while cutthroats currently carry the Crescent for concealed solutions. Such successful solutions undulate into the hands of the affluent and eccentric. Or just a Peel, if the [s]gods[/s] Court of Jokers feel poetic. Pathetic.

Abomination is the chrysalis mirror of reprisal. Such success, in this moment will, surely provoke the Slavering Idol. I write for this plane, my bane, for infinite sorrow. The Joke is on me, however; I don't doubt I'll be here tomorrow.