'Now his big generative jockey was inside her pelvic saddle, riding, riding, riding, and she was eagerly swallowing it swallowing it swallowing it with the saddle's own lips and maw – all this without a word.'

SO.

I found a catalog of the worst purple prose ever published.

thog.org/thogmatic.php

uh

That's my favorite so far.

Every refresh delivers more.

I've been sitting here for a while.

that's

wow

hi Sean

Hi guys.

Sometimes I forget I have an account over here.

oh my god

I try to bring presents when I remember.

I'm glad

we should do actual in-person lunch again

I'd like that!

And I like that you still think that when this is how I reintroduce myself to your life!

I think I've been on the internet long enough that bad writing ceases to be a horrifying thing