Bit of weirdness....

[patgund]

In this post by caprine, she comments on finding, (in a game), "six thousand romance novels (suitable for a species that reproduces via larval cannibalism of the parent) "

Which got me to thinking about such sillyness.

"Rhe looked longingly at hir's graceful sweep of shell, the gentle way hir skin reflected the blue sunshine, the violet shade of hir uppermost eyes. Rhe shook, trembling in desire, wishing for the smooth stroke of hir mating appendages, the sharp tear as hir ovapositors pierced rhe's hide, the joy and ectasy feeling their larvae move within rhe, feeling rhe's mind ease into endless sleep as their larvae, yes, their larvae, broke out into the daylight, final proof of rhe's desire and love for hir."

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[caprine.livejournal.com]

The original idea was james_nicoll's. He is a funny man, responsible for the infamous quote "The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary."