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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

alliteration is awesome

Me: I'm reading poems. For our exam.

Saadia: Tsk.

Me:What to do? My panic is at its precipitous pinnacle. Perchance I shouldn't pass? Painful proposition pandering to pessimistic predisposition. Please, this persists, pity! Pestilence!!!

Saadia: HAHAHA NICE ALLITERATION YO!

Me: Thanks for the thoughfulness. This thing's thwacking my thoughts. The tasks tragically take root and thereafter thicken and thwart traces of transparently timely stoppage.

Saadia: Damn, I'm doomed. Dare I declare the depth of my dreary dilemma? Dreaming destroyed and awake despite my drowsiness, dear destiny is draconian. Does it deem nothing doable? Dreadfully dances to drums before me. Devilish hour tis, done I am, tis death.

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH BEST TIME WASTE EVER. OR SHOULD I SAY, verily very worth waste?

Saadia: Soothe, speak soft. Simulateously singing songs of swift winged-time and selling me sad sinful stories of distractions, such sweet a heart as mine slowly shyly simply reminds me to study. Sitting on this sofa, sighing sentimentally, soulful searches stop, singed sonnets of freedom aside, study sexy Saadia. Study. And seeing suspicion stealthily steal in, subjects sorrowfully survive.

Me: ...laughter lay low, let's let alliteration lead us to learnedly lucrative livings.

Saadia: Alas, all alliterations aside, adjourned and we allow.....Oh wth man. bye :P


And now, the best alliterative monologue of all time:

V: VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences. 

3 comments:

  1. I LOVED THIS, even though it made me feel a little dumb haha

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  2. I love that scene from V for Vendetta! :)

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  3. @Furree Katt hahaha, hota haiii
    @Awais me too! epicness.

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