user read a us a poem c'mooon
User read a us a poem c'mooon
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>2019
>still entertaining roasties
Why do all 20 year old females look like they're 40?
*ahem*
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing —
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."'
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
Mak-up. Make the MILFs look younger and the PTP look older, thus bringing the gap.
because those are am*rican w*men
I'd like an order of... hairband Jew on the far right side of the pic. Thanks.
Let me serenade you all with the sonnet of Summertime, by the Fresh Prince himself.
imagine the smell
At what point in time did American women develop this trashy look?
They still look alright in the pictures from the early 20th century.
>At college party during the "after-party" phase where it's like 10 people at most who have survived the night conscious
>We're all just talking and sipping drinks, the conversation gets onto "most romantic thing you can do to someone" and one girl says "I would love to have someone recite poetry to me"
>One of my friends says "user's a literature major!"
>Everyone looks at me and starts saying "Do a poem! Do a poem!"
>I basically pass out from the social anxiety, go into automatic mode, start reciting the only "romantic" poem I know by heart, Sonnet 80
>"Oh, how I faint when I of you do write..."
>Get through the whole poem, come back to my senses, everyone is staring at me
>One of my friends says "What the fuck is a saucy bark?"
Everyone laughs, the conversation moves on, and I breath easy now that I'm not the center of attention
That was the only time I ever recited poetry for someone.
roses are red
clover is green
this is the end
of the anthropocene
a pointless death in a godless universe awaits us all
read negarestani you vapid bitches
*ahem*
NIGGER!
thank you very much
Look at the girl in the top-right bending over. Why do I always see girls bend over with their back? You're supposed to bend your knees.
>Do not because this day I have grown saturnine
>Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought
>Because I have no other youth, can make me pine;
>For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought,
>The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone
>On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred
>By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen,
>And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard,
>And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died
>Before my time, seem like a vivid memory.
>You heard that labouring man who had served my people. He said
>Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay -
>No, no, not said, but cried it out - 'You have come again,
>And surely after twenty years it was time to come.'
>I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain
>Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home.
>You're supposed to bend your knees.
Not when bending over at the back is your mating display.
American women are hideous
t. Brit
*sweats* UUUHHHHHH
>We'll drink to our youth, to the days come and gone
>For the age of agression is just about done...
What is this, Covington?
dibs on qt to the right w/ sunglasses tucked in shirt
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
>2019
>not transcending mommysboyism and overcoming the need to impress women
>not learning to understand womens nature and how to use them against the enemies of the state and to influence the masses
>not entering perseus mode
disappointing my dudes.
...
JET BLACK HAIR = NOT WHITE
>literature major
You sound like a useless piece of shit m8
imagine the smell
>"Um can you speak louder? We can barely hear you"
r9k does not welcome "my dude" posters
Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me
Behold that circummortal purity;
Between whose glories, there my lips I’ll lay,
Ravished in that fairVia Lactea.
user, it's pronounced "fawfie."
Left girl 3/10 (would not bang)
Middle left 6/10 (would probably bang)
Middle right 5/10 (would probably bang)
Right girl 4/10 (would bang if drunk enough)
Girl above right girl 10/10 (would fuck her brains out)
Ah yes, reciting some Rupi Kaur, excellent taste.
This is a genuinely terrifying picture.
I can feel my heart beat increase just by looking at it. If I was actually there I would probably pass out or something.
here's to having anal sex
stick it where she least expects
fuck her so hard, make her butt cheeks flex
grab her sister, tell her she's next
Think of all the combined mileage of black cock the girls in that room have taken.
If you insist, ladies.
*ahem*
N
hehe actually i can recite it...
Haшaтa cтoлoвa
вceки я знae - вcички cтpoитeли
тyк ce cъбиpaт;
идвaт,
нaхpaнвaт ce,
a кoйтo жeлae я лимoнaдa,
я биpa - в pecтopaнт
нямa дa хoди;
зa вcички - зa тeб
и зa мeнe - в лeвия ъгъл
пpи вхoдa тyкa
бюфeт ypeдeн e. He ce oзъpтaй,
нe гyби вpeмe! He щe ти cepвиpa
дpyг;
взeмaй,
кaквoтo щe взeмeш - ти cи бюфeтчик
тyк! Cтaвa пpocтo
тaкa:
eднaтa pъкa e
пpoдaвaч, a дpyгaтa твoя pъкa - клиeнт-кyпyвaч.
Ha oтcpeщнaтa мaca cтoи мaлкa кyтия - тoвa e
бюфeтнaтa кaca. Дa кaжeм, чe
биpa изпиeш - caм
зaплaщaш цeнaтa, pecтo cи вpъщaш
пaк caм. A cъвecттa ти e кoнтpoльop
тaм. B нeя нacoчил
cвoйтo cъмнeниe, днecкa aз питaм
дoмaкинa Дaвид:
- Кaк e
пapичнoтo oбpъщeниe? Cигypнo имa
гoлям дeфицит? - A тoй мe yпpeквa
и ce възмyщaвa:
- Кaк мoжe - кaзвa -
oбидa тaкaвa? Hecпpaвeдлив cъм бил
към cъвecттa! Cмeткaтa
тoчнa билa. A пък вчepa,
пpи пpeбpoявaнeтo вeчepтa, в кacaтa тoй
и бeлeжкa нaмepил. Bзeмaм бeлeжкaтa,
в pъцe я дъpжa,
зacpaмeн я глeдaм и в нeя - пpoчитaм:
"Дeceт cтoтинки oщe дължa!" - Cлoжил
и пoдпиc
длъжникът cтpoитeл. Пил тoй, плaтил, нo
пapитe нe мy дocтигнaли c мaлкo
тoгaвa кacaтa вce пaк
нe e дeфицитнa - eтo -
чoвeкът
бeлeжкa ocтaвил! A нaд кyтиятa
глaвa нaдвecил, днeшнaтa cyмa бpoи дoмaкинa;
cвъpшвa пpoвepкaтa
и кaзвa вeceл:
- 30 cтoтинки
в пoвeчe имa! - Paдocт гoлямa
в cъpцeтo ми бpизнa, CЯКAШ HAЙ-ПOCЛE
B CЪЩИЯ ЧAC PУХHA
CBETOBHИЯT КAПИTAЛИЗЪM. Бpaтя cтpoитeли,
гopдeя ce
c вac! Зaпaд,
cлoжи cи мoнoкълa
и виж кoлкo бoгaтa e
мoйтa cтpaнa! -
Бaнкитe в Hюйopк,
Лoндoн,
Пapиж:
нямaт
тaкaвa виcoкa цeнa!
B мoйтa Poдинa
pacтaт
и живeят нoви хopa
c нoв мopaл! -
Днec
тeзи 30 cтoтинки
зa нeя ca oгpoмeн
кaпитaл!
Thank you for listening and goodnight.
>Vayah Lacktay
Anglos were a mistake.
>cтoтинки
Is this Bulgarian? I recognize that word.
yes it is. how do you know the word?
A song was heard in China
in the city of Beijing.
In the spring of 1989
you could hear the people sing.
And it was the song of freedom
that was ringing in the square,
the world could feel the passion of
the people gathered there"...
"For many nights and many days,
waiting in the square.
'To build a better nation'
was the song that echoed there.
For we are China's children,
we love our native land,
for brotherhood and freedom
we are joining hand in hand.
>not age of oppression
imperial dog
Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he’s taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.
Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even ... but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element
That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.
Obnoxious women deodorant and hairspray probably
youtube.com
>don't @ me plebs
In public toilets broad-
hammered on a marble seat
(framed by a pair of dolphins)
exchanging dinner dates
and gossip we excrete,
water sluicing through the channels.
We sit in solemn semi-
circle, grunts and farts
surveyed by sclupted heroes.
Finished we wash and dry
(still talking) wrap our parts
and go home light and free.
- Aqueducts by Emperor Nero
Am I gay if this picture makes me want to puke?
as if men don't also do obnoxious smells... misogyny is so cringe...
No they look like they got hit by a frag grenade version of Homer's Makeup Shotgun
Are you 12 years old?