A Pretentiously Angst-Ridden Diary of Ephemera. Also, monkeys.
This was found in "The Book of Sainte Foy's Miracles," written by Bernard of Anger (really) in the middle ages sometime. Here, he describes the death of an evildoer who had gotten the smackdown from Sainte Foy:
posted by bento at 7:51 AM
Bento is a guilt junkie who lives a life full of verbs. She cooks, she reads, she laughs heartily, she waves her arms, she writes some weird sermons and delights in essays with poncy titles. She is currently in Vancouver, re-discovering the joys of having a bus pass, making lots of deliciously warming soups, and experiencing the joys/trials of being a student. She welcomes new places and new faces, but mourns for the things (and the people) that couldn't be shipped out to the west coast with her.
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Wretchedly, the wretched wretch wretched. Wretch wretch wretch.
Muhah. Now the word doesn't mean anything any more.
4:30 PM
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