Anonymous ID: a26e9c Feb. 10, 2020, 5:50 p.m. No.8098451   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>8098302

 

Concord Hymn

BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument, July 4, 1837

 

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to Aprilโ€™s breeze unfurled,

Here once the embattled farmers stood

And fired the shot heard round the world.

 

The foe long since in silence slept;

Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;

And Time the ruined bridge has swept

Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

 

On this green bank, by this soft stream,

We set today a votive stone;

That memory may their deed redeem,

When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

 

Spirit, that made those heroes dare

To die, and leave their children free,

Bid Time and Nature gently spare

The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Anonymous ID: a26e9c Feb. 10, 2020, 5:54 p.m. No.8098485   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>8497 >>8500 >>8562

>>8098429

 

The child porn business is under serious assault

By Mr. E. and the Department of Justice

Anons convinced the Pentagon to shut off access to the largest child porn server in the world. Previously to that event a few days ago, the Pentagon was the world's single largest supplier of Child Porn.

 

Not any more.

Most of the shills on this board are

 

Pedophiles, producers and sellers of Child Porn.

 

They are fucked and they are desperate to do something, anything, so they attack this board and 8kun's network connections.

Anonymous ID: a26e9c Feb. 10, 2020, 6:03 p.m. No.8098579   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>8098366

 

Lately my dreams have been populated by weird clowns.

Not the typical circus clown but people wearing wasks or outfits of garbage glued onto random bits of cloth

Or one guy sandwiched between two layers of old foam that was a bit chipped and had words written here and there in ballpoint pen.

None of them look like clowns, but I just know that this is what they are.

Some may be animals wrapped in cloth with faces made of cut out paper bits glued on the cloth. They keep trying to hound me but I push them back with my mind.

The only one who got close was that foam mattress guy because I was trying to read the words. But the handwriting was horrible and I couldn't make it out.

 

We are in a spiritual battle.

The real action happens in our subconscious.

If you see me there, write a posting to the board and tell me what I look like.

Because I haven't seen any mirrors in the dreams.