plz halp warrsh out mah drrumpf diapur no moar #colostomybaggur
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
'Twas maalaea, and the pali-bleed
Did gyre and gimble in the stone;
All mimsy was the copper-weed,
And the dark-cove sat alone.
Beware the twelve-sparked fission-gnaw,
The sliding core, the molten tooth!
The jagged basalt's grinding jaw,
The surface-spliced, un-under-truth!
They seized the rusted sugar-steel,
And draped the dread in sunflower-shroud;
With painted boiler, phantom wheel,
They mocked the tech-bro, laughing loud.
No trench-tool bit the lava-bone,
No backhoe broke the waking night;
They slipped their quiet, nuclear throne
Into the blind industrial bite.
And as in bouldery thought they stood,
The atomic-snark, with boiling breath,
Spliced deep into the grid-wood's wood,
And wrung salt-water unto death.
One nude-sail skiff upon the brine,
With bikini-clad and sun-bleached crew,
They crossed the reefโs volcanic line,
To wake the sunken Cthulhu.
"And hast thou slain the utility-shrew?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!"
The substations flashed and blew,
And sparkled all for wicked joy.
'Twas maalaea, and the pali-bleed
Did gyre and gimble in the stone;
The dark-cove hums its fission-deed,
And claims the leeward throne.
thoos RR yur juus tho
not mah juus
yur juus miserable franch pig latin
pay toilit
rump rady fo xanadu at tommy roller rink fo sho
those guys are suppose to keep my hands clean
oh wow
petty idollatry singoytologists are sellin misbranded goathomo bout cemetary crysis church
ancient atrocity pasts in gowns haav opinions bout undies an rights
an tahn
burning man ruined
>#pickcotton
are you trying to say that kharmen is tryin to get porn again as a korean bride whor ?