Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my cunt. Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The white perish and the brown linger. That I should live to see the last days of Europa.No parent should have to have a brown child.
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow;The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.How did it come to this?
Mods please move this bread to /tv/. Thank you.
