The prompts already posted were fresh.
This set (older) were posted elsewhere but are now here, my next challenge.
I will take a crack starting at 12:20 UK Time
| A certain delicious depravity and unpleasantness |
| A man should get drunk now and then out of principle |
| A voice whooping down an ancient chimney |
| American mutterings |
| But I am not that fond of bears |
| But whom do you address? |
| Dead is dead |
| Do not acquire knowledge through spilled blood |
| Dumas, Dickens |
| Hemlock |
| Horse Sense |
| I have momentarily mislaid my muse |
| I may waste my twilight or kill a president |
| I need the harsh smell of sage, the dry air |
| I should take a job with the Chamber of Commerce |
| It feels like a long and tedious concatenation of circumstance |
| It is a little dear here but the climate is impeccable |
| It's a tough racket |
| Knocking over gravestones |
| Not archaic, but not slangy or vernacular either |
| Or, of course a cabin by a lake |
| Some flowery dame in a hilltop house, wasn't it? |
| Talk technique when you run out of ideas! |
| A poor man's town full of nervous sisters |
| The dark smoothness of an old pistol |
| There is far too much talk about the dead. |
| Those of us here, by life defeated |
| You didn't sound that happy |
| You need to FUCK with the language Once upon a time in some shit-hole country |
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