The Eternal Question

I’m mad dope crazy fly -
like Quantum formulas
I’ll leave you asking why.

- MC Hawking

“Why” was the question asked of lelangir after he expressed appreciation for the female form.

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It is, perhaps, ultimately a question without answer.

Love is War

If love is war, how do you conduct a guerilla love campaign?

Readers of moritheil were asked this very important question, and their most enlightened responses follow:

Impurity

Loneliness abounds on Twitter, and with it, improbable pairings. So powerful was shinn87′s earlier suggestion of moe daughters that it struck a chord with many throughout the blogosphere, causing them to muse on love.

“So ronery,” wrote lelangir.  And indeed it seemed that many were looking for love.  Icystorm pondered,

OH LOLOLOL PLAYING WITH YOURSELF? HOW CAN ANYONE GET TIRED OF THAT?

Ghostlightning chimed in:

A note for everyone: @icystorm faps to fruit

WAH sought an alternative:

I should go to the Imouto Cafe and ask for a happy end

Mightyatom decided to board this bandwagon as well:

HEY WEST COASTERS WILL YOU COME TO OTAKON IF I PROMISE TO GOBBLE YOUR KNOBS wow typo

The Rape of the Lock

Of late, Twitter has started to kick it old-school. The topic? Locked tweets.  From hinano to thaliarchus, CrimsonRaven to lelangir, it has become fashionable to place limits on who views one’s tweeting.

The Peer now spreads the glittering Forfex wide,
T’ inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide.
Ev’n then, before the fatal Engine clos’d,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos’d;
Fate urged the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But Airy Substance soon unites again)
The meeting Points the sacred Hair dissever
From the fair Head, for ever and for ever!

Lelangir-moe Unleashed!

Several hours ago, we first reported that Lelangir had been replaced by a moe robot. Here is the full, terrifying evidence. Warning: what you are about to see may shock and disturb you.