It's like a time capsule, but with sex. Rule 34.
Not immediately funny, but he did let my imagination go wild...
(I will also never find out what the parentheses meant. I played along with him, but for the sake of reading I've omitted them from my sentences)
Realism
Guy: wow)) hey) how?
Me: um)) no) what?
Guy: you look more realist than other characters))))) what are you doing in wild west?
Guy: ??
Me: As Realist as Courbet? You may call me his progeny...
![[Image: 20120328_courbet1.jpg]](http://www.blouinartinfo.com/sites/default/files/20120328_courbet1.jpg)
Guy: or I can invite you?))
Me: You could say that I am so realist that I have exceeded the limitations of my canvas and have stepped onto this dusty ground...
Me: Invite me where? I am here to stay... there is no way that I will step back into my frame. You cannot make me!
Guy: u want to say in wild west ...old texas?)))
Guy:
))
Guy: heey)))
Me: I will let no paintbrush, nor its master, control me... Are you one of Courbet's men? What is "texas"? Is it a tool?
Me: I am afraid I will have to flee... I feel my skin starting to peel from this harsh environment...
Guy: i think you reaaly need some hardcore sex
(I laughed out loud at this)
Me: How absolutely vulgar... your master must have been one of those pigheaded Romantics..
Guy: let me guess...you are from japan? (Oh no, I can't use the SKINLAND story here)
Guy: right?)
Me: I do not know what a "japan" is. Probably something silly and exotified like the rose-colored glasses you Romantics see everything else through...
Guy: just accept..ok?)) i want to know you closer
(I was losing interest, so I dropped the conversation.)
Not immediately funny, but he did let my imagination go wild...
(I will also never find out what the parentheses meant. I played along with him, but for the sake of reading I've omitted them from my sentences)
Realism
Guy: wow)) hey) how?
Me: um)) no) what?
Guy: you look more realist than other characters))))) what are you doing in wild west?
Guy: ??
Me: As Realist as Courbet? You may call me his progeny...
Guy: or I can invite you?))
Me: You could say that I am so realist that I have exceeded the limitations of my canvas and have stepped onto this dusty ground...
Me: Invite me where? I am here to stay... there is no way that I will step back into my frame. You cannot make me!
Guy: u want to say in wild west ...old texas?)))
Guy:
))Guy: heey)))
Me: I will let no paintbrush, nor its master, control me... Are you one of Courbet's men? What is "texas"? Is it a tool?
Me: I am afraid I will have to flee... I feel my skin starting to peel from this harsh environment...
Guy: i think you reaaly need some hardcore sex
(I laughed out loud at this)
Me: How absolutely vulgar... your master must have been one of those pigheaded Romantics..
Guy: let me guess...you are from japan? (Oh no, I can't use the SKINLAND story here)
Guy: right?)
Me: I do not know what a "japan" is. Probably something silly and exotified like the rose-colored glasses you Romantics see everything else through...
Guy: just accept..ok?)) i want to know you closer
(I was losing interest, so I dropped the conversation.)
"Each night has one sound I know: the moon against the water like your cheek across mine in another life." – Sara Eliza Johnson