The Longest Thread Ever!

[Smoke]

And everyone said he was drunk

 

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​

 

[Mercy Not Sacrifice]

Hooray! At last, a completely useless thread!

 

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she cannot see
why they are
investigating
her morals she says

 

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wotthehell she says
i never claimed
i had any morals

 

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she has always regarded
morals as an unnecessary
complication in life

 

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her theory is
that they take up room that might
better be devoted to
something more interesting

 

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live while you are alive
she says and postpone
morality to the hereafter

 

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everything in its place
is my rule she says

 

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but i am liberal she
says i do not give

 

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a damn how moral other
people are i never try
to interfere with them

 

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in fact i prefer them
moral they furnish

 

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a background for my
vivacity

 

[Mercy Not Sacrifice]

Oh hell yes. Spam time.

 

[Smoke]

Oh hell yes. Spam time.

archy the cockroach does not write spam. :verymad:

insects and
the so called lower
animals have practically
no vices at all
as compared with human beings

 

[ChristineES]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

 

[ChristineES]

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here forevermore.

 

[ChristineES]

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

 

[ChristineES]

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

 

[ChristineES]

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.