>Seen above other gods and shapes of things,>Swift without feet and flying without wings,>Intolerable, not clad with death or life,>Insatiable, not known of night or day,>The lord of love and loathing and of strife>Who gives a star and takes a sun away;>Who shapes the soul, and makes her a barren wife>To the earthly body and grievous growth of clay;>Who turns the large limbs to a little flame>And binds the great sea with a little sand;>Who makes desire, and slays desire with shame;>Who shakes the heaven as ashes in his hand;>Who, seeing the light and shadow for the same,>Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand,>Smites without sword, and scourges without rod;>The supreme evil, God.
The saddest thing I ever did seeWas a woodpecker peckin’ at a plastic tree.He looks at me, and “Friend,” says he,“Things ain’t as sweet as they used to be.”I guess even a jew can produce something worthy occasionally.
I am anonymous That words synonymousWith the nameless among usA burnt military dog tagOf one who took many a meme fragAll that was left, were the clowns rags(Samurai) Yoooooooo!The 4 leaf clovers in my eyes(Samurai) Yooooooooooooo!1 million faces in 1, I analyze*Gong bang noise*
Beans, beans, the musical fruit.The more you eat, the more you toot.The more you toot, the better you feel.So eat your beans with every meal!
>>25383587Pythagoras disapproves
>>25383265>And the same wind sang and the same waves whitened,>And or ever the garden's last petals were shed,>In the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had lightened,>Love was dead.>This flower that smells of honey and the sea,>White laurustine, seems in my hand to be>A white star made of memory long ago>Lit in the heaven of dear times dead to me.>O king, thou art wise, but wisdom halts, and just,>But the gods love not justice more than fate,>And smite the righteous and the violent mouth,>And mix with insolent blood the reverent man's>For bitter thou wast from thy birth,>Aphrodite, a mother of strife;>For before thee some rest was on earth,>A little respite from tears,>A little pleasure from life;>(...)Earth had no thorn, and desire>No sting, neither death any dart;>What hadst thou to do amongst these,>Thou, clothed with a burning fire,>Thou, girt with a sorrow of heart,>Thou, sprung of the seed of the seas>As an ear from a seed of corn,>As a brand plucked forth from a pyre,>As a ray shed forth from the morn,>For division of soul and disease,>For a dart and a string and a thorn?>What ailed thee then to be born?
>>25383265Pink gammons sizzle on slick black griddleflame kissed tomatoes and streaky baconsoft summer butter spread thickly acrosssyrup-soaked hot toasty buns and pancakes smokey maple sweet summer breakfast treat
>>25385205Are you AB Scorch?
>>25385263Sorry I'm not familiar with that name
