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lordconfectomancer · 6 years
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Party time is all the time
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lordconfectomancer · 7 years
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A Hero for Another Day
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lordconfectomancer · 7 years
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On Mount Golgotha, a horrifying work of art for a horrifying time of year.
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lordconfectomancer · 10 years
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Obligatory English-Style Sonnet(?)
The bright bell rings on the hill, But the bright ring is worn by Belle. She works very hard at the mill, and she thinks her life is rather swell. The bell is in the Gothic church, and the people are very goth. The bright bell, in it's tower besmirched, is kept by a happy man and his cloth. The bell is resented by the goth-y town, but Belle sent the the man a gift. A sponge and rag in dark black and brown, and a note. It's delivery was (oddly) swift. The note said: "Happy sir who works to keep the bell, The job you do is rather swell."
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lordconfectomancer · 10 years
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I used the Yellow Pages on an area code, but still!
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lordconfectomancer · 10 years
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Kleptomaniac
What is it, you ask? I haven't a clue, I couldn't explain it better than you, A book, a bed, A doll with a head And string that is without a hue.
The string, 'tis long and accompanied by song, Song that is without a name, With discord and screech, Melodious and sweet, And a chorus as if sung by a throng.
This doll, though threadbare, has long flowing hair 'Tis as red as the eyes can know With porcelain charm, Crazed, cracked and alarmed, But with life, as you're well aware.
The bed isn't fancy, but is neither poor, The mattress shows of no wear, No pillows or sheets, The frame tends to creak, And it's painted a very dark azure
And finally, we come to the leather-bound book, The one that contains this rhyme, No pictures, no color, No plot, no actors, Save one: a dirty lowdown crook.
These items, together, have not and could never Mean something to anyone else But the thief never failed, And these items unavailed, Left the place where they had sat forever
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lordconfectomancer · 10 years
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WELCOME
I am known as the Confectomancer. This is my Cookbook. This "Blog," as you call it, shall document my studies in Confectomancy. However, while magnificent, the true workings would not be comprehensible by the average mortal mind. For your amusement (and perhaps education to the world's future state      -you have been warned-), I shall allow a version of my Confectionary Arts to reach the world through a conversion to what is known as "DND." Eventually.
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