I close my eyes, the image fresh:
A nightmare cloaked in rotting flesh;
Tell me, brother, where you trot
To restlessly escape the rot?
I taste the sour bile of grief,
My throat constricts without relief;
I weep for those who ran the course,
Those eaten by the Winner Horse.
fondly remembering when pope francis said he hopes hell is empty. top pope francis moments. right up there with him saying some seminaries are too faggy
has anyone done it yet
I spent all of Easter with my Cock buried to the hilt in my Kermit Plushie's tender hole... now I awaken to news of the Pope's death. Coincidence...?
Are You Even Nonby
You Mother Fucker. Do you think a Cis would be able to do this? Pulls out a gun and kills you right between the eyes. I look at you bleeding out and sigh. It didn't have to be like this. My inner Darkness took over me... I begin to cry. I am so sorry, Anon. We did not need to be enemies... We could have been Non Binary together.
Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.
Nobody:
JD Vance:
Twin Violin Players, Dynamic Duo, c. 1900. Unknown photographer. Gelatin silver, printed later.
I have gone too soft. I need to become horny and evil again
The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.
yknow kinda something special about the fact that i got a cut on my left hand ring finger while working on someone’s christmas present. that’s gonna leave a scar. every time i look at my ringfinger i’ll be reminded of it. the “wedding band” finger… kinda more intimate than marriage…
STCUKHEREPLEASEHELPDEARGODSOMEONE
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