что-то параноидальное.

будни ггы

Эдгар По явился ночью
вмиг замерзло Лимпопо
Отъебать меня он хочет
Этот самый Этгар По

Воронок вдали маячит
Ветер воет Nevermore
Есть решение задачи
Подрочить перед трюмо

Пацтулом после трюмо. Это не то што каверабельно, это афтокавер палюбасу.

трюмо - это зачотное слово как трико

А триппер - не нравится?

Баян...

Запах дегтя и жижи навозной,
Так Россия всегда ворожит.
Я трясуся, как будто тифозный.
Черный ворон зинданом кружит.

Коль чо, Эдгар наш По еще и стихи писал. Реально. Неподготовленному мозгу лучше их не трогать - мрак и бред, но забавно.

Эдгар нормальные стишки писал, не хуже lanitoff

A Dream

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star

мне вот это лет пять назад одна ебнутая корейская девушка прислала по мылу.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Ох, какая романтика...
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Здравствуйте автор!
Ваши эдгарпововские стихи заставили задуматься: а нахуйа мучицца - черный ворон и лики скалятся в трюмо... Может сразу в Лимпопу?

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