Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,
La Lune est morte… La Lune est morte…
Sir, I protest!
In the name of peace and love I come to mediate in this sour state of affairs.
First of all please, I beg you Sir, to explain the intent within your tone? To me it smacks of Tumblr tittle-tattle. Already at first glance: trashy title, meaningless dogma, cascading ego which runneth over the vase of compassion, drowning the subject of your discourse.
In defence of my accomplice-in-art and friend wildwalkerwoman, I believe it is primordial for us all to embrace the dark side. Perhaps the meaning and intent of what happened is yet to be made fully clear to both of you - to all of us. Nevertheless, as far as I am aware, her words in public have contained none of the outright negativity displayed here by your good self. Nothing; nil; I checked; no bullying or slight of pen. You choose your self-defence in attacking her, Sir, and therefore you are exposed.
The plain evidence, here and now, is that you are prepared to further upset a woman who, surely at the very least, deserves the respect of a man younger by some years? I, for one, am dumbfounded that you choose to denigrate in public an eminent and worthy personage with such grandiose and pompous proclamations of utter bilge!
I’m afraid this all this rather puts you under the glare of the spotlight of hypocrisy. Your method of attack suggests you are in denial. Throwing caution to the wind is, at this time, inadvisable and I prithee, Sir, to calm your force and reflect on the eventual repercussions of your words.
Humility is of the essence. A wise choice of conduct is henceforth commendable, and will be sure to stir the muse of contemplation.
Il vaudrait mieux brosser dans le sens du poil.
Thank you, sister xxxx