In the room, the women come and go,
Talking of cocks.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a cock?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
How happy is the blameless vestal's cock!
The world a-fucking, by the world a-focked.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each cock accepted, and each mish resign'd
Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red cock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red cock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dick.
the dude had a grasp of the march of language that is only matched IMO by other big names like Shakespeare.
"A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world, and was content to lose it."
Quote refers to puns, not to meter.
Oh. I know. I just heard that line for the first time the other day, and the line itself is just such beautiful language that I'd been itching to use it.
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The owlet umlaut peeps and hoots
Above the open vowel. And after rain
A deep reverberation fills with stars.
Lost, is it, buried? One more missing piece?
But nothing's lost. Or else: all is cock
And every bit of us is lost in it
the dude had a grasp of the march of language that is only matched IMO by other big names like Shakespeare.
"A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world, and was content to lose it."
Quote refers to puns, not to meter.
Oh. I know. I just heard that line for the first time the other day, and the line itself is just such beautiful language that I'd been itching to use it.
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His cock shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my cock, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through cocks measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
edit: Kilroy wins
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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The penis at least was hers!
Where there is then no cock
For which to strive, no strife can grow up there
From faction; for none, sure, will claim in Hell
Precedence; none, whose portion is so small
Of present pain, that with ambitious cock
Will covet more.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere cocks are loosed upon the world
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I just got it. Hate++;
Somebody do Whitman!
Oh, wait...
what the hell is a quibble?
Do I dare disturb the cock?
The world a-fucking, by the world a-focked.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each cock accepted, and each mish resign'd
In this case it means a pun.
We know, man, we know.
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You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red cock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red cock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dick.
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that cock were dead!"
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Quote refers to puns, not to meter.
Oh. I know. I just heard that line for the first time the other day, and the line itself is just such beautiful language that I'd been itching to use it.
Above the open vowel. And after rain
A deep reverberation fills with stars.
Lost, is it, buried? One more missing piece?
But nothing's lost. Or else: all is cock
And every bit of us is lost in it
Samuel Johnson, right?
And all the cocks did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
Indeed good sirrah!
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal cock and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
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Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His cock shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of cock
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of cock.
The cocks beside had wrung them dry,
And cocks were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the cock
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, and then
There interposed a cock,
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
Look on my cock, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Steam | Twitter
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through cocks measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
edit: Kilroy wins
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The penis at least was hers!
For which to strive, no strife can grow up there
From faction; for none, sure, will claim in Hell
Precedence; none, whose portion is so small
Of present pain, that with ambitious cock
Will covet more.
whose speed was far faster than mach
Her fresh face wrapped in earthly clot;
Earth, you have marred her purity,
My secret cock without a spot.
well, I'm off to Descartes, and later this evening, Synecdoche, New York. Later!
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your cock with a spot
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere cocks are loosed upon the world
Noooo!!
God. I kind of want to submit like the whole last page of chat as an awesome post.
his razor, you see
a speedy mach 3
had to chase him around the block.
See cock run
Run cock run