It doesn't care about beauty or sexual experience; it eats them, and that's that. But I try to always include a fair maiden anyway. It wouldn't be fair to the common-looking, the not prudish, if radiant virginity gave you a free pass.
But the villagers do care. They write songs about sacrificed princesses, and look with sullen anger as I ride by. They call me a monster, instead of the thing in the mountains I labor to contain.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Friday, August 17, 2007
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I am now singing 'Do virgins taste better than those who are not?' but I think I'm off-topic, somehow.
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