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>> No.3503237 [View]
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>David Starkey
>British
>Charmingly over-educated
>Uses the word "invidious"
>Puts his hand on his hip when he's sassing a bitch out
>Swilling wine the entire time

My kind of man.

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I know it is expected, but i kind of have to start with Oscar

"My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go."

you go please

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nothing but vulgarity on the front page today

let's play a game or something

tell me your favorite author and i'll tell you how much i respect you

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We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.

We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,

Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.


Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.

Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'

But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.

Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.

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>swagga
nothing to upset oneself over

if you had said "charm" or "dandineity" maybe i would intervene

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going out of town for a day or two and i'm just going to leave the computer here

hopefully i can read a novel or two

leave me messages for when i get back

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>>1529884
>>1529880

>>>/b/
>>>/v/

you're both so boring

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