D) We had arrived in a small, quaint, Alpine village adjacent to a crescent-shaped lake. Because of an impending deadline, our intention was to quickly record music at a portable studio; however, due to some moronic individual discharging a marine emergency device at the primary venue in said lakeside village (where a musician famous for his extreme eclecticism had been performing with his band), the venue, as well as the portable studio, burst into flames and was completely destroyed.
O outlawed person, for what reason will you not recover from your insanity? For far too long a period have you been engaged in an equestrian inspection tour of boundary enclosures. I am aware that you have intentionally portrayed yourself as high on the Mohs scale. However, those things which you find pleasurable may in some manner redound to your injury. Avoid drawing the third highest card from the red minor suit, as if it has the capacity to do so, it will deal you a defeat. Instead, as you are aware, you would at all times be well advised to put your risk capital into the major-suit opposite number to that card. Upon information and belief I can assert that some material objects of excellent aquality have been placed upon that table which you own, even though your desire is for the unattainable. Outlaw, you continue to age, and both your physical avoidance stimuli and your appetite are chauffeuring you to your residence. Liberty? Liberty is but the casual conversation of some, whereas your solitude functions as a form of incarceration for you, no matter where you may go. Do not your pedal appendages experience a shortage of caloric input during the quarter preceding the vernal equinox, when there is neither insolation nor the precipitation of powdery ice crystals, making it difficult to distinguish diurnal and nocturnal periods. As both extremes are eliminated, I challenge you to contemplate the peculiarity of increasing numbness. O outlawed person, for what reason will you not recover from your insanity? Descend from your boundary barriers and alter the position of the movable section of them in order to allow passage through them. Though liquid precipitation may be falling, you have an optical and meteorological phenomenon that causes a spectrum of light to appear overhead, and you would be well advised to consent to receive strong affection and personal attachment from another while there is still time to do so.
The orator, a second interlocutor and a third party about which little is known apart from his gender are essentially ontologically and geographically unified, whether considered as smaller subsets of this particular cohort or as the assemblage in its entirety.
I still await answers to these two (which I thought were pretty easy):
1 - The two of us are entangled in a contraption from which we cannot escape, I do not have the ability to ambulate away, the reason is that I am far too enamored of the person to whom I am speaking, infant.
2 - When the sun is in the sky the two of us would emit an electrolytic solution from our pores away upon the paved motorcar pathways of a fugitive United States night-time hallucination, when the moon is out the two of us would be carried along upon a vehicle from beginning to end of large luxurious quarters in the ultimate of self-harm devices.
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2 - When the sun is in the sky the two of us would emit an electrolytic solution from our pores away upon the paved motorcar pathways of a fugitive United States night-time hallucination, when the moon is out the two of us would be carried along upon a vehicle from beginning to end of large luxurious quarters in the ultimate of self-harm devices.
I think the first one is “Don’t Give Up on Us” by David Soul. But I admit that I merely guessed the line “It’s written in the moonlight” and Googled it.
It vexes me to observe that I have once more erred, by using a vital organ of yours as a source of amusement. It is as if the situation were a mere entertainment with which I became preoccupied, oh little one, little one.
I am distressed to note that you fancy me to have amourous intentions, that I am a gift from the realm celestial. In truth, I am not as chaste as you perhaps imagine.
The being commonly known as Lucifer (the antithesis of God in Judeo-Christian tradition) made his way to a southern US state. His fortunes had been against him recently and he was failing to keep up his self-imposed quota of collecting the celestial portion of the human anatomy* [Ed Note: Said portion of the human anatomy is probably mythical, as its existence has yet to be published in any peer-reviewed academic journal] and was, in fact, so desperate that he was in a position to bargain in order to reach his quota.
