No eggs? No seggs.
Your fortune: ( ´_ゝ`)フーン
>>5614688
It's been 8 o clock for like two hours now.
>>5614688
dubs
>>5614688
akari and bury pink were good friends
>>5614677
the dubs girl
>>5614700
dubs checking dubs
>>5614776
u almost go ttrips and that makes me sad that u didnt
at last, i can sleep tonight knowing that the future of le epic maymays is in good hands
>>5614669
no replies? that isnt fair or just. here you go friend, i hot reply fresh form the[s4s] oven
Your fortune: Average Luck
no diswespept to anyone
kommunizm
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>>5614667
the le gommunism flage
>>5614667
These dubs ARE better than the sub...Just kidding!
>>5614654
EEEEEEHHHHHHH???
The le derinizunk oni
>>5614643
i see you are on your way to page 9 without any replies. that must be stopped
>>5615086
HI HOLE GUY
>>5615086
say hi to my gf everyone !!!!
>>5614639
shes fat like me lol
hi...............................
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see
and remark, and say Whose?
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
receive them the same.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken
soon out of their laps.
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and
am not contain'd between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and
fathomless as myself,
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)
Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,
For me those that have been boys and that love women,
For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,
For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the
mothers of mothers,
For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,
For me children and the begetters of children.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
poop
The little one sleeps in its cradle,
I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies
with my hand.
The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill,
I peeringly view them from the top.
The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol
has fallen.
The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of
the promenaders,
The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the
clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,
The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous'd mobs,
The flap of the curtain'd litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital,
The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,
The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his
passage to the centre of the crowd,
The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,
What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck or in fits,
What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and
give birth to babes,
What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls
restrain'd by decorum,
Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances,
rejections with convex lips,
I mind them or the show or resonance of them--I come and I depart.
This is nice place to rest
>>5614627
wewe nice continuation. Why is she so sweaty?
Also you should create an easy way to find each page in this story
>>5614627
scooch over.. I want to rest with you.
>>5614642
ummmm just sit on her pillow lol
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0KMz_AUBFM
>>5614626
>that pic
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#Daily reminder keep /pol/ in /pol/ is a global rule
>>5614629
>Trap
Negative.
This my son :D everyone say it cute!
>>5614606
it cuet
Rood posting & anime has ruined my peepers
>>5614600
Well, good thing no one is making you come to 4chan.
>>5614600
DUBS! WOOH!
>>5614610
how do u know that maybe he is being forced to view 4chan
do you think Smurfette ever gets tired of getting gangbanged by 100 smurfs every night?
>>5614571
no, lol. That's what makes her SMURFETTE.
>>5614571
Is this your Smurfetish?
>>5614578
life is a crap chute
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrDhz6VdJN8
>>5614551
Le japanes goblin
>>5614551
trapantsu>???? she is a girl boy lol hote
>>5614576
it's actually torapantsu but the artist fugged it up
(it says torapantsu in kana beneath trapantsu and also says tora in the song)
the autism fox
>>5614561
delete this
>>5614542
I want to meet the autism fox