If you must visit the word section, don't forget to fuck the Is and fist the Ts.
If you must visit the word section, don't forget to fuck the Is and fist the Ts.
Now go away.
Meg
How greatly had he grown in his demise
This auditor of insects! He that saw
The stride of vanishing autumn in a park
By way of decorous melancholy; he
That wrote his couplet yearly to the spring,
As dissertation of profound delight,
Stopping, on voyage, in a land of snakes,
Found his vicissitudes had much enlarged
His apprehension, made him intricate
In moody rucks, and difficult and strange
In all desires, his destitution's mark.
He was in this as other freemen are,
Sonorous nutshells rattling inwardly.
Respect my lack of authority.
Are you telling us he got bitten on the bawls by his pet snake, or something else.
Now go away.
Just goes to show what happens when I take a break from this place. People go mad.
Well, I am sorry if I cannot frequent this place as often as you lot need, but I have other interests, so you'll just have to do with the little bit of time I can donate.
Originally Posted by OlegL
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