Lord of the Flings

Lord of the Flings

“Show me your Bobbit-Hole,” Randalf requested slowly.

Rodo dropped his trousers, unsure of the Wizard’s reasoning.

Then, with a start, he realized, sometimes one DID just enter Gordor.

“Well,” he gasped at the end of it all, “that was an unexpected journey, indeed.”

Paisley P. Peinforte

About Paisley P. Peinforte

Having successfully invaded both America and Canada from her home base in Windsor, Paisley has become horribly corrupted by the world. She hates active voice and wishes to god Twitter had an edit button. Dedicated to "creating the greatest 'Ship of them all", she ponders horribly terrible, idiotic things for your amusement.

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I'm a snarky, semi-horrible human being given to penning intentionally bad epic slashfiction involving improbable objects and individuals, with the ultimate ambition of befouling Kindle with it one day,which is ostensibly what this blog is for.

In practice, however, it tends to mainly be a circular file for my various thoughts and ideas, some whimsical and others not, in addition to my various Photoshop experiments, mainly collections of what I generate for Twitter.