Nevermore...
Duchess of Sin
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
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oh shit you can rap
Hardly, darling, but I do know a thing or two about literature 😉
wut like phil larkin
I got ho's, blows and cheerios,
I got more style than Al Pacino,
I f***** a whore, now she's tapping at my chamber door,
Only this and nothing more.
Poe. Edgar Allan, not the Teletubby.
That's the start of The Raven, innit?
Correct!
Your paper will go viral in no time.
One can only hope...do feel free to share & shout, darling!
" It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore "
Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore. "
Your articles come across as very dark and mysterious... I like it 😉 its different to the usual around here.
not sure if you don't post attractive girls or if my tastes are warped...
Either way, misleading title girl is not a raven
yep its neil
I thought neil did gingers
I think Neil does whatever he can get his hands on tbh
Very nice for Saturday.
v + s
nice 😘
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.