"from the tortures of my own heart, I turned to contemplate the deep and voiceless grief..."

[kyraille]

if Victor Frankenstein wrote poetry:

my life,
it is sad.
my monster,
it is bad.

:(

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[tea_and_snark]

Coming from the girl who just read that entire book in under a week for her English Class of Doom:

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

[kyraille]

Hee, likewise. I love AP English...

[kyraille]

Haha, yes. Just in the maddening throes of essay-writing. :)

[kyraille]

Happily my paper isn't horrendously long, just a few pages, in which I use nearly every single synonym for "guilt" that my thesaurus can give me. Oh, Frankenstein, you silly, guilt-ridden [blameworthy, reprehensible, censurable, reproachable, reprovable, culpable] creature.

[kaleidoscopize]

If the monster wrote poetry:

"I am sad.
My breath is bad.
My vocabulary is completely implausible
And you're meanie, so
GIVE ME A SEX SLAVE OR GIVE ME DEATH
AND WHEN I SAY ME I CLEARLY MEAN YOU."

[pointnoreturn]

hahahaha. millie...i love you. my god. hahaha. XD

<3 x more than i can put into words

[kyraille]

AND CLERVAL CAN COME, TOO.
Paradise Lost we three shall read
In the hope that its pages lead
Us into a greater understanding of the OVERWHELMING TORMENT OF EXISTENCE.
I pray we never breed."

How profound.

[pointnoreturn]

kat=love. a lot. and yes...frankenstein is disgustingly overwhelmingly emo and has a horrible voice. basically. GROSS!

[kyraille]

The book itself I didn't mind, and actually sort of liked it because monsters and massively overblown imagery are my sort of thing, but OMG VICTOR GET A HOBBY.