your writing sucks

[yws]

It was a dark and stormy night. Ebony tresses and dark shinny pools of horny light formed into some sort of sex emergency, even as stilted bodices gasped their disapproval. It was a sad day with a lot of emotion. All over the land, porcelain hearts and opulent steel were so, so smurfsome; feline faes dreamt of murder; and Gays Wore Red Hot Pant's, hence TRAGIC, TRAGIC DEATH TO EVERYONE!!!!!!!