<p>I am going to try to write like SauronHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: </p>
<p>Beads of sweat trickle down my plump, rosy cheeks. I awaken from my slumber and stumble over the leaves of tomes that I have so meticulously torn apart! Who could plow through Byron, Shelley, Stoker at a time like this?! My heartstrings are tearing apart... oh what sweet agony! The bliss sears through my heart... aggravating it... ripping aparts its flesh and stabbing it with 1,000 piercing knives! My body aches and I struggle to open my eyes... if only to see the maiden with her glowing fixtures, breasts so supple and plump like Eve's fruits, and long-woven strands of golden hair that lie so softly on her milk-like skin... I hesitate to crawl any further... my body collapses and I lie crippled on the cold, hard, stone floor. My love... OH... my **HATRED!* :(/:mad:*</p>
<p>OK, someone else's turn. Write something!</p>