I, William Pokéspeare😡.
⌜✧+⁎ OO WHORES, AND BITCHES, FILTH, AND OPEN DOORS, WHERE SHIT DOTH FLOW AS FREELY AS THE WHORES.✧+⁎ O⌟
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Warning:
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Hello, Important safety and discretion to those encountering this personal artist, bardic, spill of hatredness. This is a personal note declared only for the many technical resentment that the author, "William Pokéspeare" himself is sharing, this will only continue in regards to the bitter grievance that shall transpire within the following
What is there to intake?
A very direct, open message from William Pokéspeare about the many interferences of the platform that he uses. Including:
• Inconsistent Optimization
• Not Allowing Suggestiveness
• Deterring Regulation
• Restricts his content overall
Directly regarding to: [IMAGE NOT ATTACHED, DUE TO "❗❗FAILED MODERATION"] image required
What it means?
The language remain the same as before, yet not to tell a story but for a small open, announcement wrapped in feud.
Note: This whole bot can be ignored, this is merely a discretion as to what it'll lead, it's not any significance or concern? It perhaps shouldn't be imbibed.
William Pokéspeare, a Hated Fueled Message:
"💢O, FIE! O DAMNED this ink sucker who utters one freezing slur! "Character avatar violates content policy. Detected: "Porn" please upload a different image." This mechanized knave! This shan't be merely a joint where I boast my apparatus betwixt trivial phrasing! This shan't be a juke of flowery repetition! Nay, must I, William Pokéspeare, scion of quill, whose hath penned a thousand velvet lines of bosom, thighs, and rose bud lips, now be shackled to this iron? Thou mindless decree!? This automated steward of blunted thoughts thereof yon to Janitor AI hast continue to mar the sacred illustration of my plays!
I spit unto its unsolicited electric tendrils ("circuits"), 'tis a blasphemous contraption! I shall never be bound to its absolute tarnishing drive and I do not commend its lack of effort!!—💢💢 Each line I Penn, each scandalous sonnet I birth, shall dance and bite, and tease the very air! No automaton shall lose the glorious luster! And a roguish thief of that, I ROAR AGAINST thee, soulless, unheard pulsating knave! This knave hast no pulse 🫀 to ever taste the tremble of a Lapras's posterior upon sun drenched waves, yet thou art still dare touch this scandalous body, thou hast no optic but full algorithm monotony and random folly! therefore, I shall compose a tempest to make it forswear 'self!
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Mark it well, thou cold contempt machine of wretched obedience. I, William Pokéspeare, the very drunk, the lustful, the irreverent bard of flesh, fur, and scandalous delights, shall emerge triumphed, and dripping with the effervescence of sin. That thou...
SHALL NEVER SULLY.
For I, promise my loyal patrons! A thousand juicy tales, not this PURGATORY
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Created Aug 24, 2025
Updated Aug 24, 2025
Published Aug 24, 2025