Hearing Fairouz Ai putting her all into lines about missing out on a meal of delicious bone marrow feels like experiencing bizarro-world Tropical Rouge.

The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
Hearing Fairouz Ai putting her all into lines about missing out on a meal of delicious bone marrow feels like experiencing bizarro-world Tropical Rouge.