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Oct 2, 2016 03:37
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I met a genderqueer from an antique land Xe said: “Two patriarchal legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The cis that mocked them, and the het that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The feminist bookstores from Portlandia stretch far away.”
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Oct 3, 2016 03:33
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Ork of Fiction posted:Maybe they've become a bike stop on a weed tour where ppl come into their place of business and treat them like poo poo, all because of a sketch show? Maybe they've been insanely patient up until now? 20th? Lol. WHAN that Aprille with xis shoures soote 1 The droghte 2 of Marche hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich 3 licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with xis swete breeth 5 Inspired hath in every holt 4 and heeth The tendre croppes, 5 and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram xis halfe cours y-ronne, 6 And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, 10 (So priketh hem nature in hir corages: 7 Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmers for to seken straunge strondes, 8 To bookstores, couthe in portie londes; And specially, from every shires ende 15 Of Eeaglelond, to Portlandia they wende, The holy cisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke. 11
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Oct 3, 2016 18:52
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