/lit/ - Literature

Sordid Sam, a dour decent deblancer, the unwashed, haunted always by his ham, the unwished, at a word from Israfel the Summoner, passed away painlessly after life's upsomdowns one hallowe'en night, ebbrous and in the state of nature, propelled from Behind into the great Beyond by footblows coulinclouted upon his oyster and atlas on behanged and behooved and behicked and behulked of his last fishandblood bedscrappers, a Northwegian and his mate of the Sheawolving class.

>>2863098
I like you too.

Contessa Feline 7/10 Knew where you were going with it and it's not edgy or contrived.

Don't Know 3/10 Mom's a bitch and this isn't really poetry. Nice try, though.

>>2863126
I don't even know what that is but thank you.