I raise up
to only fall down
drown in the tears of the wallyb
for it is you that will have to be
TONIGHT
thick cum
up the bum
yum yum
lotsa cum
My golden rod of heaven goes "zork zork"
When Asuka Soryu Langley does "pork pork"
I eat my peas and honey with a fork
Some dude you've never heard of is a dork
Symmetry gimmickry
A kopipe recipe
Go-gurt myself today
To skip another meal
It won't turn out okay
My butthole's gonna squeal
somebody once asked
could i spare some change for gas
i've gotta get these jews out of my place
i said yep, what a concept
i could use an endlösung myself
and we could all use a cleaner race
My dick in your chakras
Make you shake like maracas
Sitting in my tracksuit
Wanting to play the skin flute
nig-nog
chink gook wog
I sit between a crossroads.
A dark circle,
white flight,
welcome to the Anime Turnpike.
dicks out for Harambe
is a dead meme
and yes i know these words dont rhyme
Loli to issho under the moon.
My strong, burly visage is making her swoon.
Moon to issho under the loli,
This is all wrong; a ridiculous folly.
Circle, circle,
dot, dot,
Now you've got some herpes, thot.
bad luck
butt fuck
Still life, not quite death.
He's checking your pulse
He's checking it twice
He'll make the job quick if you have been nice
Santa Claus is hunting you down
Thank You Merry Christmas
Thank You Merry Christmas
Thank You Merry Christmas
Thank You Merry Christmas
Thank You Merry Christmas
君を愛しているからOnly Silent Night
I felt my life-years and creativity faded away.
I had indeed let my dreams be dreams.
Why didn't I do things my own way?
Then I would at least be somewhere I don't hate.
My heart is aching
my world is decaying
nobody loves me
and I have no savings
when i find myself in times of trouble
rap battles comfort me
speaking words of history
epically, epically
My name is Anonymous and I'm here to say:
I hate living and I am gay.
Hark ser Pavel, and good day,
My Christian name is CIA.
We journeyed to the meeting zone,
But the doctor was not alone.
I fear doctor this party ends,
Our deal did not include your friends.
Nay agent, you are incorrect.
These men do not my life protect.
Worry not, ser CIA.
For these men you need not pay.
Good ser, I plainly fail to see,
What use these men would be to me.
Well agent, these hooded knaves,
Nearly put us in our graves.
They laid in wait to spring their trap,
Ser Pavel they aimed to kidnap.
The rogue who set them on their task,
Was the man who wears the mask.
Surely you do not mean Bane?
Alright, embark upon our plane.
Our Lords in Langley I'll notify,
That with the doctor we now fly.
Hark now, knaves, and listen well,
For you may soon end up in Hell.
The first of you to knowledge share,
Will stay with us safe in the air.
Tell me man, and tell me true,
The name of he who hired you,
To take the Doctor from his home,
And carry him to place unknown.
...Will you not speak? The you shall die,
"Not good" 's how I'd describe you fly.
The next among you I shall ask:
Bane! Why does he wear the mask?
Your silence is both strange and bold,
For one who fights for naught but gold.
Perhaps the man does simply wonder,
Why, before you'd throw him yonder,
You would shoot him in the head,
And cast him out when he is dead.
Finally a man here who can speak,
You may be the one I seek.
Tell me this: what is your name?
Lest you suffer a fate the same.
It matters not, dear CIA.
It did not matter until the day,
I set my mind upon my task,
And donned my distinctive mask.
If I removed, with my fair hand,
the mask that has become your brand,
Would forth the maw of death creep,
and bring about eternal sleep?
An action such as that would be
painful to an extreme degree.
But the pain that would ensue,
could surely be endured by you,
For after all, I clearly see,
A man of grander build than me.
It seems you have mistaken it,
it won't be I that bites the bit!
Painful times are sure ahead
but not for me - for you, instead.
Surely Bane you had not planned,
To end up captive in my hand?
Of course dear man, now here I am.
I shall unveil my master plan.
The Doctor's aid we had sought,
But in with you he threw his lot.
With my own eyes I had to see,
What knowledge he had shared with ye.
Nothing, I have not told them a word,
To think otherwise would be absurd.
Ser Bane it seems you are now here,
Pray, dear ser, lend me your ear,
And allow me, if it pleases you,
to ask what you intend to do.
So tell me, if you even can,
what's the next step in your master plan?
My plan, you see, is quite insane
For I intend to crash this plane
To send it falling from the sky
So all aboard will surely die!
NAY! You cannot do this Bane!
For I am the lord of this plane!
Hold up, brother - you stay here,
We cannot all just disappear
One of us must stay in the plane,
But your death shall not be in vain.
Tell me, brother, if it pleases you,
Of the ravaging fire that we pursue.
Is it small and calm and unexcited,
Or is kindled, warm and ignited?
The mighty flame for which you die,
Is burning hot and rising high.
Pray doctor, 'tis not the time for fear!
Such time has yet to draw near.
Against what light
is false what breath
sucked, for deadness.
Murder, the cleansed
purpose, frail, against
God, if they bring him
bleeding, I would not
forgive, or even call him
black dada nihilismus.
The protestant love, wide windows,
color blocked to Mondrian, and the
ugly silent deaths of jews under
the surgeons knife. (To awake on
69th street with money and a hip
nose. Black dada nihilismus, for
the umbrellad jesus. Trillby intrigue
movie house presidents sticky on the floor.
B.D.N., for the secret men, Hermes, the
blacker art. Thievery (ahh, they return
those secret gold killers. Inquisitors
of the cocktail hour. Trismegistus, have
them, in their transmutation, from stone
to bleeding pearl, from lead to burning
looting, dead Moctezuma, find the West
a grey hideous space.
2.
From Sartre, a white man, it gave
the last breath. And we beg him die,
before he is killed. Plastique, we
do not have, only thin heroic blades.
The razor. Our flail against them, why
you carry knives? Or brutaled lumps of
heart? Why you stay, where they can
reach? Why you sit, or stand, or walk
in this place, a window on a dark
warehouse. Where the minds packed in
straw. New homes, these towers, for those
lacking money or art. A cult of death
need of the simple striking arm under
the streetlamp. The cutters, from under
their rented earth. Come up, black dada
nihilismus. Rape the white girls. Rape
their fathers. Cut the mothers throats.
Black dada nihilismus, choke my friends
in their bedrooms with their drinks spilling
and restless for tilting hips or dark liver
lips sucking splinters from the masters thigh.
Black scream
and chant, scream,
and dull, un
earthly
hollering. Dada, bilious
what ugliness, learned in the dome, colored holy
shit (i call them sinned
or lost
burned masters
of the lost
nihil German killers
all our learned
art, member
what you said
money, God, power,
a moral code, so cruel
it destroyed Byzantium, Tenochtitlan, Commanch
(got it, Baby!
For tambo, willie best, dubois, patrice, mantan, the
bronze buckaroos.
For Jack Johnson, asbestos, tonto, buckwheat,
billie holiday.
For tom russ, loverture, vesey, beau jack,
(may a lost god damballah, rest or save us
against the murders we intend
against his lost white children
black
dada
nihilismus
I’ve been drinking again
Go to bed at 2am
Feeling quite unhappy
And I know that it’s sappy
But I want to start a family
It really means a lot to me
Doubt I’ll ever do it though
Probably end up with stupid ho
No morals or tradition
Believes in dumb shit like superstition
Feminism and career goals
Wants to do away with gender roles
Sexual liberation
Something wrong with this nation
Romance is dead and buried
Single moms twice remarried
Only for financial support
Prenups don’t hold up in court
Used goods, not my thing
Ain’t giving someone like that a ring
The death of the nuclear family
Is bad news for society
Concentrate on university
Depressed by the enormity
Of America’s social mess
The cause of a lot of stress
Time is flying by
Fewer options for an older guy
I could get back with my ex
But the baggage just ain’t worth it
The only thing I liked was the sex
But in every other way she’s pure shit
Probably die bitter and alone
But at least I can vent about it on my phone
☆Twinkle Twinkle little cunt,
Looking for some puss to hunt,
No matter how hard you try
To go get some on the sly
Twinkle Twinkle little cunt,
Looking for some puss to hunt!☆
capitalism sucks
jobs are really lame
I don't give two fucks,
play a video game
I LIVED THROUGH STRUGGLE
I HAD CUP OF NOODLES FOR BREAKFAST
EVERYDAY LAST WEEK
MY CAR GOT A FLAT TIRE
AND IM STILL STANDING
LIKE A TREE, LIKE A ROCK, LIKE A FUCKING LION I AM POWER
IM OUT OF SRIRACHA FOR MY NOODLES WHEN I GET HOME BUT THATS OK BECAUSE ILL BE GOING TO THE SUPERMARKET ON MY WAY OUT THANK YOU EVERYBODY
AROOOO
Standin' on the rooftops, givin' Tim a blowjob, whoooah-oah
eastern europeans and rooftop koreans
I'm dtf but she just wanna be friends
[tune: Eleanor Rigby]
Oliver Cromwell
lived in a horse 'til his children divorced
then he screamed
into a pylon
Eat all the cheez-its
once more you shit, and I'll hand you a jar full of horns
into your rectum
I haven't been to DQN
Since September 7000 or so (1993)
Holy shits, this site still exits
So many memories
Miton ga suki
I ain't happy
The 10 rolls: bad
Love live sunshine
Weapon: bag
My Grid's useless
But not for long
My Omega's Coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
Acres of dry clouds
Stuffed full of soulmeat
Cops fall asleep standing up on the rainbeat
They say no man might be an Island, but an Island Makes The Man...
'Specially when they come from one called Newfoundland.
And to da ones dat left , Ye're never truley gone
Dere's a candle in da window and da kettles always on!
Zero point
Alpha Beta
Muno sleeps in the forest
Yo Gabba Gabba listen for truth
Trudy hides in the forest
480
Q
I am a Brown bear...
I was born under Hokkaido's sky!
In the wild I did abide.
A human decided to bother me one day...
I fought long and hard, such is the bear's way.
He pushed me off a cliff and said that I was killed.
But I am livin' still...
...
I'll always be around, around, around, around, around.........
“Praying For Rain”
The sky god is also named Zhang
Why does he make life hard for me
If it doesn’t rain in three days
I’ll demolish your temple
Then I’ll have cannons bombard your mom
“Untitled”
Someone asks me how many women I have
I really don’t know either
Yesterday a boy called me ‘dad’
I don’t know who his mother is
“Visiting Mount Tai”
From afar, Mount Tai looks blackish
Narrow on top and wide at the bottom
If you flipped it upside down
It would be narrow at the bottom and wide on top
I GOT SOME EAR PAIN
AND NOW I CAN'T FEEL A GOOD
HALF OF MY DAMN FACE
The sound of George Washington's bell
Rings of the impermanence of populous British colonies
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I rolled, weak and wary,
over many a minimum roll and spooks of heroes of lore,
While I nodded, nearly crying, suddenly there came a sparking,
a gold picture of one casting, a Caster at the gacha's door
"'tis Merlin" I muttered, "Merlin at my Chaldea's door -only him and nothing more"
Quoth the gacha, "Helena"
sheltered existence's
selfish insistences
tenko's rampage
can't be assuaged
BURMA SHAVE
see these nuts see these balls
see this dick
hit these walls
Let me put a poem, all across the land
It's about a guy whos in a band
He toots all day that much is true
But boy can he play that horb.
Hello sir im horny for boys
fuk u mate imhorny for ploys
Oompa Loompa doopity doo
Hitlers gassing millions of jews
>>374
Umm, excuse me, but many more Soviet civilians died in WW2, even if USSR nor its successor states didn't play the furnaces of holocaust card.
>>375
Well there was probably far worse shit going on within the timeframe of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory than some kids being idiots, but they didn't sing songs about that, did they. Ergo, all Oompa Loompa whataboutism is futile.
>>376
On the moral compass, I wonder what was more wrong: Willy Wonka's Oompa Loompa forced labour and exploitation or the cruel and unusual torture of the nasty kids, to which their parents or, otherwise, legal guardians didn't agree.
I have cancelled
the ticket
for the lady superhero movie
and which
i wanted to
trash
on the review website
Forgive me
my masculinity
is so toxic
and so fragile
(boot me up) IT'S INTEL INSIDE
(shut me down) UPDATE IS REQUIRED
(SAVE ME) SAVE YOUR FILES and R E S T A R T Y O U R P C
good lord above make known your presence
on this the day of your palm tree celebration
would that I could wield not palms but pompoms
that I might be a cheerleader for the Lord
the ice we skate
is getting pretty thin
so now you want to date
but you didn't want me then
my world's on fire
how 'bout yours
my brain's being fried
and we're living in holes
My son is dead
Shot in the head
Pierced by lead
He bled and bled.
a milkshake cup falls
cardboard joining with plastic
trash strews on our street
I can't sit around.
This eternal September,
Find things distasteful.
A naked hobo
with chronic diarrhea,
running down the street.
Insist on plural pronouns
Without a plural name.
"But you used it for 'someone'!"
No, that's not the same.
spivaks are the way
why say they when ey
eir eirs can ease parlay
pronouns are here to stay
Eternal September!
Shitty threads awash in ire dance into the soul. (ji amari)
"Oi used t' thynk that Oi could not go ohn
And loife was no thyng but an awful sohng"
--Shakespeare, thinking it was the start of a sonnet
808s in the distance
I kill a noob
I shoot a noob
I con a noob
I sell a noob
snare fill
I hate a noob
I fuck a noob
I eat a noob
I shit a noob
Tale as old as time,
Skin as green as lime,
Smells like stale old wine, can't you read the sign?
Get out of my swamp
can't stand liars
people who yell
people who pull rank
in short, my parents
Republicans are the scummiest
Like no one ever was
Steal election's their real test
And power is their cause
They will travel across the land
Looting far and wide
Build super PACS, and then command
The money that's inside
REPUBLICANS!
(Gotta vote 'em out!)
Together you and me
Don't want a plutocracy
REPUBLICANS!
Oooh they're no one's friend
Except the rich, whom they defend
REPUBLICANS!
(Gotta vote 'em out!)
Their heart so cruel
Dark money may pull 'em through
You pay them and they'll serve you
REPUBLICANS!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Yeah!
Each election along the way
Smear campaigns we will face
They're on Fox News every day
Spewing hate from their safe space
They're mostly rich men who are white
To them there's no better genes
Voter suppression is how they fight
For their fascist regime
REPUBLICANS!
(Gotta vote 'em out!)
Together you and me
They're full of hypocrisy
REPUBLICANS!
Oooh their knee will bend
For the rich whom they defend
REPUBLICANS!
(Gotta vote 'em out!)
Their heart so cruel
Tribalism's what pulls 'em through
Not with them and they'll purge you
REPUBLICANS!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Gotta VOTE 'em out!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Yeaah!
REPUBLICANS!
(Gotta vote 'em out!)
They hate minorities
They're caging child refugees
REPUBLICANS!
Oooh you must understand
They're authoritarians
REPUBLICANS!
(Gotta vote 'em out!)
If you're poor, you're screwed
Insurance may not cover you
If you croak it's thanks to whom?
REPUBLICANS!
Gotta vote 'em out!
Gotta VOTE 'em out!
REPUBLICANS!
鳥目
至りも 仇バレ 鳥目
雨の 雨の 拉致レー
拉致レーも 鳥目
The golden mean
Must yet be seen
Some do prize
The average size
If moderation
Is your wave
You have friends at
Burma-Shave®
Nerd Porn Auteur
by Ernest Cline
I've noticed that there don't seem to be any porno movies
that are made for guys like me.
All the porn I've come across
was targeted at beer-swilling sports bar dwelling alpha-males
Men who like their women stupid and submissive
Men who can only get it up for monosyllabic cock-hungry nymphos
with gargantuan breasts and a three-word vocabulary
Adult films are populated with these collagen-injected
liposuctioned women
Many of whom have resorted to surgery and self-mutilation
in an attempt to look the way they have been told to look.
These aren't real women. They're objects.
And these movies aren't erotic. They're pathetic.
These vacuum-headed fuck bunnies don't turn me on.
They disgust me.
And it's not that I'm against pornography.
I mean, I'm a guy. And guys need porn.
Fact.
"Like a preacher needs pain, like a needle needs a vein,"
Guys need porn.
But I don't wanna watch this misogynist he-man woman-hater porn.
I want porno movies that are made with guys like me in mind:
Guys who know that the sexiest thing in the world
is a woman who is smarter than you are.
You can have the whole cheerleading squad,
I want the girl in the tweed skirt and the horn-rimmed glasses:
Betty Finnebowski, the valedictorian.
Oh yes.
First I want to copy her Trig homework,
and then I want to make mad, passionate love to her
for hours and hours
until she reluctantly asks if we can stop
because she doesn't want to miss Battlestar Galactica.
Summa cum laude, baby!
That is what I call erotic.
But do you ever see that kind of a woman in a contemporary adult film?
No.
Which is why I'm going to start writing and directing Geek Porno.
I shall be the quintessential Nerd Porn Auteur.
And the women in my porno movies will be the kind
that drive nerds like me mad with desire.
I'm talking about the girls that used to fuck up the grading curve.
The girls in the Latin Club and the National Honor Society.
Chicks with weird clothes, braces, four eyes, and 4.0 GPAs.
Brainy articulate bookworms, with MENSA cards in their purses
and chips on their shoulders.
My porn starlets will come in all shapes and sizes.
My porn starlets will be too busy working on their PhD to go to the gym.
In my kind of porno movies the girls wouldn't even have to get naked.
They'd just take the guys down to the rec room and
beat them repeatedly at chess
and then talk to them for hours about Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle
or the underlying social metaphors in the Aliens movies.
Buy stock in some hand cream companies
because there is about to be a major shortage.
And I'm not just talking about straight porn. Oh no.
There should be fuck films for my nerd brethren
of all sexual orientations.
Gay nerd porn flicks with titles like "Dungeons and Drag-queens."
This idea is a fucking gold mine.
I am gonna make millions,
because this country is full of database programmers
and electronics engineers
and they aren't getting the loving they so desperately need.
And you can help . . .
If you're an intelligent woman is interested in breaking into the adult film industry,
and if you can tell me the name of Luke Skywalker's home planet,
then you are hired.
It doesn't matter if you think you're overweight or unattractive.
It doesn't matter if you don't think you're beautiful.
You are beautiful. . .
And I will make you a star.
government didn't renew
my letters of marque, they rigged it
now what am i gonna do
to fly my friggen frigate
So here I yam
Doin' everything I can
Holdin' on to what I yam
Pretandin' I'm a sailor man
Roses are red
That much is true
But violets are violet,
you cretin, not blue.
If I ruled the world, my cock would be long
and I'd rock a LAN party in an edible thong
I'd meet a genie and he'd give me three wishes
motherfucker, they're all about PENISES
Yar har fiddle dee-dee
Downloading movies and novels for free
See what you want without library fees
You are a pirate
I love my coins
I love them so
I love my coins
to spend on a ho
I love my coins
I love them so
so gimme my silver coins
killer black jungle animal
ebola and AIDS
the mighty puma
I wrote this this morning about an amazing dream I had last night
It's called Everything Just Falls Apart
A big fight broke out in the bar
Fists, knives and glass falls apart
I ducked for cover and you were there
We went upstairs
You lay down beside me and we held each other close
How long has it been?
You told me how your life was going
And I told you I really really really really really really loved you
You're the one I love the most
You held me tighter and kissed me
Your face went red
And you said
Omg I forgot how massive your cock is
Omg
Wait what could all these black things be
Haha are those bugs? Do you have fleas?
No no my love, my darling angel
See my leather hat sitting there
It's falling apart
These wee bits of leather get everywhere
You said “i'm so wet, you're making me forget
I have a new life with someone new
Oh but you're so hard and big
And I feel funny between my legs
Wait, try this, maybe this'll do?”
You pulled from a drawer,
A Birdseye chicken steak
But it had a human fanny
"Why don't you fuck this dinner" you said
But it fell apart when I tried
Rudy, sweating brown bile,
Is sick, Trumpvirus style,
It's not that depressing,
If you look at the blessing,
It's the first case he's won in a while!
The globe is sadly groaning with debt, poverty and strife
And billions now are pleading to enjoy a better life
Their hope lies with resources buried deep within the earth
And the enterprise and capital which give each project worth
Is our future threatened with massive debts run up by political hacks
Who dig themselves out by unleashing rampant tax
The end result is sending Australian investment, growth and jobs offshore
This type of direction is harmful to our core
Some envious unthinking people have been conned
To think prosperity is created by waving a magic wand
Through such unfortunate ignorance, too much abuse is hurled
Against miners, workers and related industries who strive to build the world
Develop North Australia, embrace multiculturalism and welcome short term foreign workers to our shores
To benefit from the export of our minerals and ores
The world's poor need our resources: do not leave them to their fate
Our nation needs special economic zones and wiser government, before it is too late
Moshe says do not eat pork
Interest twixt Jews? not a shekel
On Shabbos you are not to work
Also, cut off the skin of your shmekl
kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
mr red pilled anti semite podcast man
the world doesn't need you
you don't have any friends
kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
mr red pilled anti semite podcast man
unpersoning living emoticons
to own the gulliboomers
what times these be
how righteous we
nymphomaniacal Jill
tried a dynamite stick for a thrill
they found her vagina
in North Carolina
and bits of her tits in Brazil
’TWAS in the month of December, and in the year 1883,
That a monster whale came to Dundee,
Resolved for a few days to sport and play,
And devour the small fishes in the silvery Tay.
So the monster whale did sport and play
Among the innocent little fishes in the beautiful Tay,
Until he was seen by some men one day,
And they resolved to catch him without delay.
When it came to be known a whale was seen in the Tay,
Some men began to talk and to say,
We must try and catch this monster of a whale,
So come on, brave boys, and never say fail.
Then the people together in crowds did run,
Resolved to capture the whale and to have some fun!
So small boats were launched on the silvery Tay,
While the monster of the deep did sport and play.
Oh! it was a most fearful and beautiful sight,
To see it lashing the water with its tail all its might,
And making the water ascend like a shower of hail,
With one lash of its ugly and mighty tail.
Then the water did descend on the men in the boats,
Which wet their trousers and also their coats;
But it only made them the more determined to catch the whale,
But the whale shook at them his tail.
Then the whale began to puff and to blow,
While the men and the boats after him did go,
Armed well with harpoons for the fray,
Which they fired at him without dismay.
And they laughed and grinned just like wild baboons,
While they fired at him their sharp harpoons:
But when struck with,the harpoons he dived below,
Which filled his pursuers’ hearts with woe.
Because they guessed they had lost a prize,
Which caused the tears to well up in their eyes;
And in that their anticipations were only right,
Because he sped on to Stonehaven with all his might:
And was first seen by the crew of a Gourdon fishing boat
Which they thought was a big coble upturned afloat;
But when they drew near they saw it was a whale,
So they resolved to tow it ashore without fail.
So they got a rope from each boat tied round his tail,
And landed their burden at Stonehaven without fail;
And when the people saw it their voices they did raise,
Declaring that the brave fishermen deserved great praise.
And my opinion is that God sent the whale in time of need,
No matter what other people may think or what is their creed;
I know fishermen in general are often very poor,
And God in His goodness sent it drive poverty from their door.
So Mr John Wood has bought it for two hundred and twenty-six pound,
And has brought it to Dundee all safe and all sound;
Which measures 40 feet in length from the snout to the tail,
So I advise the people far and near to see it without fail.
Then hurrah! for the mighty monster whale,
Which has got 17 feet 4 inches from tip to tip of a tail!
Which can be seen for a sixpence or a shilling,
That is to say, if the people all are willing.
SKI SKO SKY SKUM!
Stick a finger up your bum!
Take a whiff, take a sniff,
Fart upon the screen
Chew some gum :)
>>418 I recognise this as the work of renowned shitty poet William McGonagall, and I've seen that particular whale's skeleton the poem is about!
Oh! where have you been, my son, my son?
We have not met since the morn was young.
“I left the North, good mother, to see
The whaling fleet in bonnie Dundee.”
Oh! why went you tbere, my son, my son,
Within the range of their banging gun?
“Fear not, mother, ’twas only a lark,
I reckoned they would shoot wide of the mark.”
Ah! Finny, my boy, is it not vile,
They do so thirst for our precious ile?
“Yes, mother, for our good blubber they pine,
But I took care they didn’t get mine.”
Pray, tell me, did they not chase you, dear,
With harpoons, lances, and such like gear?
“What if they followed me, don’t despond,
Chasing’s not catching, mother fond.
They follow’d me up, they follow’d me down,
In view of gaping folk of the town;
But I, when they thought to take sure aim,
Skedaddled, and sent them ‘swearin’ hame.'”
Go never again, my son, my son,
Rest content with the laurels you’ve won;
“Trust me, mother, they may know about bales ―
I’m blowed if they know as much about whales.
A party was sent the other day
To do for ma slick in Cowrie’s Bay;
My eye! they peppered it hot on poor me,
Then found it was only a rock. He! he!”
A demand that I send
A cheerful message to a friend
I haven't spoken to in a while
I cannot comply
All my friends are pretend
Except one who's a crocodile
SHOOTGUN SHELLS ARE RED
DEMONS ARE NOCTURNAL
HALO MIGHT BE INFINITE
BUT DOOM IS ETERNAL
first they came for miranda's ass, and i didn't say anything because I'm not a casual who plays ME.
then they came for joel's whiteness and i didn't say anything because i don't watch western media.
then they came for my anime tiddies, and there was no one left to speak for them.
"What times these be
How righteous we"
Shut up lol
I fucked thee