/lit/ - Literature

>>6645695
What an ugly af op picture anon holy shit

>>6645698
don't be hating on my man Blake ;)

>>6645695

I'll have a think on it. Ut, U-T/ blinked aside.

Is your blood read? Is your blood red? Are you breathing?
Are you bleating? Are you . . .

Styp, Stygian bleak snowsetting skies stirring whirring white hope into dithering darkness withering infinitely away to burnt black bone.

>>6645733

an and to an andless summer

The grammarian falls of my mind percolated downward somehow reversed.

A freedom in death, y tengo nada. To have nothing to express nothing, its opposite, to express all.

What reverie? What is contained, what is given to the world to express all? Why keep impulses secret?

andless summer is over. it felt closer to listless. un/existent. like being deep in sand below the ocean. like it never was. october now. nothing still. nothing now. now. job still. drained still.

a desperate immediacy that absorbs my being, tension spins so tightly there can only be a jittery lashing out at anyone and everything I can reach into

If there is any way I can return the kindness, please do not hesitate to ask me. In the meantime, I hope you will let me take you to lunch.

>>6645755

Face it. You are a blur of information. You feel. What is yr information for? What do you feel for?

Same / Same.

I felt shocked reading abt Sany H8k tdy. Horrid. &the perp/picture is still heart slapping. still.

Layering (sentences [tents w/in {tense}]).

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Grand patterns, fabrica emerges, faith sits out, done. /.\./\./.\

poems r stupidlol.crumbs undr keybrd r stupid lol. stupidlol.

>>6645764

presumed and so forth
theory and cases
and possibilities
]

]norm:s / systems / ideals

systems of ideals

8 systems of ideals / idols

con:viction / vespian

non / wound:ed / rage / honor

set:out / set:up

hu:mi:li:at:io:n

elementary / element / associations/ -ium / each / other / information

copy / copies

night:mare / plane crash

manic / cyclopedia / en / æn

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d/a\/n\c/e\_/

ance / serpent

credibility and serpents and flortoton. otototon. automoton. > how to > speak for yourself <not speaking for myself > need to parrot / use to par:rot

esp. > rot it is r8t

rung / un:rung / hanging tree

execution / evo:lution

l8t / L8T / ELITE / LIT / T8L / t8l

til / until / un:til / un:it

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luctan:::::::::::::;

>>6645764
>>6645755
>>6645733
I didn't understand anything

>>6645695
Love the jumps, metre gave me hard-on, dislike theme, great sonority.

>>6645695
Of course my opinion isn't too important, but I honestly really like your poem. To me it is perfect.

>>6645775
These are oddly pleasant to read. Got any more?

>>6645695
Whispers curled off dusty basement bricks.
Hades’s coral lips were soft and nimble.
Persephone pointed out her slender lips.
Hades motioned at her mouth and dimple.
Persephone’s thin lips attempted smiling.
Hades's eyes darted down to her thighs.
Persephone hesitated, fingers twitching.
Hades's words kept their comforting guise.
Persephone grimaced, but her thighs parted.
Hades pointed at her treasure unguarded.
Persephone protested, slipped a finger inside.
A flash erupted and she staggered blind.

>>6645775
This is awful, please stop

>>6645798
>>6645804

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>>6645831
I want you to come back to this thread in a year and cry

>>6645836
>implying I have yr sincerity about muh not/poems

>>6645695
I love it. It's structured, brief, and powerful.

>>6645695

Sometimes I think
Ill be buried as the Byzantines
My heart skips a beat
A young boy
Sits in a galactic carriage
He turns to page 683
And thinks of me

>>6645853
That's very sweet.
Stop watching Dr. Who

>>6645853
Interesting. Carriage, though?
What's the 683 # referring to, symbolically?

>>6645866
Nothing, It was a very fast writing
I'll reword carriage then
>>6645865
I don't get it anon

>>6645872
He's saying that your Dalek reference may go over some readers' heads.

>>6645695
Come and greet me
my life is my poetry
Come and see me
my life is my poetry
Come and meet me
my life is my poetry

>>6645695
I'm picky, 'cause I'm all alone
Or maybe am I lone
'cause I'm a picky one ?
I've got a lot of girls waiting for me not to call
Another sunday morning on my own

Maybe I'm too good for you
Or maybe you don't know me
'cause you know nada
I've got of comics to read on the throne
Good-looking you and I could get along

>>6645853
Yeah I think you get the jist of it. It's about how knowing one day someone is going to be reading a history book about you, just like when we read history books of past civilizations.

>>6645893
I think you accidentally a word

>>6645888
lazy

>>6645853
I like it. Very easy to follow. The idea itself is also heart-wrenching. So many of us want to "leave our mark", but only a lucky few will.

>>6645853
Really into this. My suggestion would be to separate it into 2 stanzas, ending the first with "My heart skips a beat"/beginning the second with "A young boy."

>>6645888
The medium is not what you think it is.
>>6645893
same goes for you

You know how you can tell from somebody's writing that they don't read a lot. I can tell you don't read poetry.

>>6645853
I'm not gonna say drinking for productivity is good, but it DEFINITELY worked here. I enjoyed this a lot.
I will say that the imagery is fantastic. However it IS a bit confusing with a lack of any spacing, punctuation, or other visual guides through the piece.

>>6645853
I think the disjointed structure suits this poem, actually. It's short enough that it was hard for me to get lost in. If anything, I'd go even further into the "no-structure" camp, and take out the capital letters at the beginning of the lines (except where they're grammatically correct.)

>>6645853
I love it. I love the statement about the everlasting mark you hope to make on society. As a fellow scientist, the message of this poem really speaks to me.

>>6645912
>I can tell you don't read poetry
Can't tell much apparently

>>6645853
I am totally mesmerised by this poem. It's so fast, it just flew like a spacecraft.
The thing about the lack of punctuation and other stuff, doesn't bother me. Its transience, its boldness, and the reference to the Byzantines give a certain kind of drunkenness, similar to the author's. The I-don't-give-a-damn-about-anything drunkenness. Superb!

>>6645853
I won't repeat the advice already given.
My opinion is that it feels disconnected and the imagery in each verse, while suggestive of beautiful images, feels random because of this.
Bringing the disparate verses into a coherent whole would make this very pleasing, to me, and to my tastes, tastes which I hope you'll find helpful to finding your own sublime voice in poetry.

>>6645933
Nigger we can't see shit here

>>6645853
Very affective poem. Like everyone has said, powerful and concise. Freeform done correctly.

>>6645853
Don't not take your work seriously and by doing so insulting yourself. Even if you feel like you shouldn't, it doesn't make it more poignant for your readers - if anything it makes them question why they're taking the time in the first place. This is true for poetry AND scientific writing.
Otherwise, this is the bomb. Write more, please.

>>6645853
Wow, this is one of my favourites in the subreddit. Nice job, Mr. Scientistman.

>>6645933
> Only five books
Point proven

>>6645938
Try again

>>6645853
Best poem here, hands down.

I like that the 683 doesn't reference anything because you were in a rush.

>>6645955
That's just what I bought this week
also this is an anthology

>>6645957
Add a little alcohol to that and the shit will come flying right out of your asshole.

>>6645698
>>6645698
Blake is an amazing painter and writer

>>6645695
What are you faggots doing.
Post your OC or critique OC.
No memes allowed.

>>6645976
>This is ugly
>No it's not

Woah you changed my mind broski

>>6645978
I personally get extremely amped up and excited over OC poetry.

When really drunk I do things such as plagiarize, pretend to read books, kick over garbage cans.

Sometimes I just want to punch through the hardcover ones.

I'm not on medication.

>>6645985
Stop being such a jabroni and get civilised.

>>6645986
>getting drunk alone
Loser.

>>6645989
OR a writer. Right ladies?

>>6645988
I will make you humble

also some poetry since people are busy shitposting

How long exactly, does a minute last ?
With haste I dash, gently I grasp,
the fading seconds of the past.

For time is money, now you see
the face of faith might be turning
while little hands fight in the ring.

Ajar doors of tourmaline,
agate bindings on melanin
on my skin call forth the sunder.
Does sunday end ? oh, I wonder.

And cuts and swings, diamond fencing;
the duel is numbing and fast.
No façades, you hear the ticking ?
My silver watch wakes me; at last !

>>6645853
Almost moving. Almost. Consider changing My heart to Our heart

>>6646001
This is figuratively the best poem after Byzantino.

The little hands part is interesting. But what does the past symbolize here?

>>6645957
is this all one person memeing?

>>6646001
>'the' twice in one line
>needless adverbs
>archaic use of 'for'
>ç is French. Facade was adopted into English a while ago
>call forth (stop using English you don't speak)
>'oh, I wonder' I wonder if it's forced rhyme
Your stupid word choices are a shame considering you have fine imagery. gudluuuuuck~

>>6646008
I don't know anymore
But I know little hands are a technical term for a clock or watch's needles. I think it's obscure and should rework it.

>>6646023
not native, am french
thx for advice

>>6646024
Time's trapped insect

>>6645695

Pomegranates sliced in half spill out
their blood-red seeds, while those uncut
conceal their trove in darkness: great
discoveries yet to be made.

But if the red-gold skin appears
desirable, look to the rind:
pale pulp that bears our deepest fears,

the architecture of the mind—
What is mere flesh compared to this?
A fleeting glance, the briefest kiss….

Still, someone must admit the sun
that ripens them…. Their rubies bleed—
A gentle knife-thrust spills the seed
revealed, at last, to everyone.

>>6645853
>9 posters
>15 responses

>>6645853
Galactic ship
&
Thinks of nothing

Remember your spooks matalpha.

Change to young girl.

>>6645695
Anyone read french in here?

Inssaisissable, valsant inlassablement,
aux airs légers et estivaux, elle virevolte.
Enlaçant mes pensées d'un désir virulent,
vile séductrice qui n'inspire que révolte.
Transi, obnubilé par cette nymphe nubile,
sans résistance, elle me m;ene sous l'édredon.
À la vue de ses chairs virginales, je jubile,
enflammé de la darder de mon éperon.
Chaste ritournelle qui, sous la chandelle, chancelle,
aux flancs ecchymosés, vifs de voracité.
Violences embrasées et osmose charnelle,
désacralisation de cette blancheur nacrée.
Rites carnassiers, exutoire par sa langue,
éruptant au sein d'une carnation exsangue.
Un second souffle sur des braises anémiques
et ravivant une ardeur qui semblait antique.

(this poem is about finally getting together romantically with an old friend of mine with who I cut bridges in the past because she was draining my soul away)

>>6646047
http://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/2ahts8/i_got_drunk_and_wrote_this_poem_im_a_scientist/

>>6646062
Change the last sentence to:
(this poem finally got me together romantically with an old friend of mine with who I cut bridges in the past because she was draining my soul away)

the soul like catching flame
beaten to tender
cooked and stirred
left to smoke
left to char
thrown out like the rest
god why did she have to love me

>>6646063
Hnn! Trollytrollersons

>>6645695
No sincerity to be found here
I'm going to post dubs threads on /tv/

>>6646063
I thought that was a joke link.

Welp!

>>6646063
Fuck off ledditor

>>6646071
You got one right here.

>>6646068
>thrown out like the rest
too angsty/cliche-y
change to maybe something about being eaten?

>>6646062
...okay, can we talk?

I'm going through that right now. How the fuck do you forgive someone who treated you like you were complete disposable, and watched to squirm and lose all respect for yourself just trying to get them to see you.

We had a past, deep emotional shit, dated and all that. And for the past three years she's seemingly done nothing but try and ruin me.

Honestly, it kills me. What the fuck...

>>6646066
Nah, I actually saw her at a bar and the old sparks came back in a surge.
She's the lady to whom I devote most of my leisure time now.

>>6646079
Yikes

>>6646062
>ma visage quand de ja vu
>mvq Insaisissable is still mispelled.
Gurrrl

>>6646079
Sure.

It really depends on the kind of girl you're talking about.
If anything good can come from that long lost love, I bet you the only to retrieve it is by giving her the cold-shoulder-treatment.

Show her you're not a doormat.
Show her you're stronger thant that.

Then maybe, just maybe, one day it'll be right again.

>>6646084
wow. I did not notice until you mentionned it, thanks anon.

And yes, I posted it like a week ago.

>>6646041
They ARE hard to eat, right??

>>6646101
Yeah but also very yummy
Much like a metaphor for life
pass the bong

>>6646083
Bruh, especially when it all it takes for my pathetic ass to let her back in is for her to say ,"I'm sorry." and boom, I'm back to being a loyal beaten dog. Mistreated and starved and only petted when her palms itch.

I'm not turning this shit into /r9k/, I promise. I hate that stupid shit.

But I am severely interested in what this guy has to say because I have been clueless for years and my inability to move on has a reasoning somewhere and my brain just can't solve this fucking problem.

>>6646110
Bruv it's the poetry thread what the fuck are you doing man

>>6646113
Give >>6646110 some slack.

I highly suggest that you cut off bridges and that you go on with your life, maybe try bettering yourself.

If ever you two get in contact again after a while, she might be shocked to see how well you're turning.

If not, then you'll still be free from her chains ...

Godspeed.

>>6646091
Yeah, but she literally has fucked people just to make me break. I don't fucking understand it. How for three years, through an engagement and all, telling me I'm the one she wishes she could be with...and not doing it. Three years through countless dating scenes and the one near engagement, can someone care to continue fucking with an ex?

I don't understand it. It's gotten to the point where if I feel like I am giving her anything at all that she wants, I just feel terrible because I know I've been taken advantage of after what she's done.

It seems impossible for me. But hey, thanks for the response.

And good luck to you.

>>6646113
Bruvah, sista, the power and love of /lit/ is for opening the light of inspiration over each ovahs' heads.

This woman's entanglement with pain regarding her past love is not only something we will all struggle with eventually—but a look into a universal of all existence.

>>6646129
Sounds like your object of projection has a personality disorder. I wish there's was a way to turn it off for you. Besides time.

>>6645695
Roses are red
Violets are too
This thread is read
And your poem will be too

>>6646156
SPOOKY AS FUCK

This poem is banal,
lacking in originality
reveling in denial,
It's cliche morality.

>>6646160
It's nothing, really.

>>6646163
me no smart
me no care
me go marry
a millionaire

if he die
me no cry
me go marry
another guy

>>6646167
Loved it

>>6646166
I closed the picture in terror immediately

>>6646068
>>6646077

the soul like catching flame
beaten to tender
cooked and stirred
left to smoke
left to char
refused to be eaten by the starved
god why did she have to love me

>>6646163
THIMK

>>6646167
Truth in poetry

>>6646167
funniest fucking kek of the year

hats off to you, you brilliant motherfucker.

>>6646189
not by me but by another anon of this very board tbph

made me kek so hard I memorized it instantly

>>6646173
let soul catch flame
beat till tender
cook then stir
leave then smoke
burn to char
eat you starving whore
you have to eat

>>6646194
and burn to char

>>6646194
I like my steak rare...
as in dick

but not your dick
the dick of whoever you don't like
so you'll cry and whimper when you think of me sucking it.

>>6645755
I am totally mesmerised by this poem. It's so fast, it just flew like a two ton manta skipping along the Atlantic.

>>6645799
>mfw mine sucks too much to criticize.

Here I sit inside my home all day
Wanting to do something with my life, I'm full of dismay
Light shines through and I block it out
Tissues of cum litter the room here and about
Hoping that maybe I'll wake up one day
Never gonna happen if I keep sitting here till I turn gray

Step to step, gone by labyrinthine slip through
brickled paths of suburban silence, soft
and short bursts of breath exhausted
by the palpitations of my rustwork,
winding down this damn long day
while a lit cigarette tipped smoke gently aloft.

Park to pavement, left the blessed grass’s
fortune roots feeding what little life found
us in our final moment, sprouting a shoot
monumental amongst boot-high greenery,
earthed and alone by the iron chassis
fusing ruptures, her and I the sealed ground.

“I think, I think, I dare not dream of dad nor mum,
or therein the birthed Christ the son,
if by chance your marriage bed
whence underneath the cogs divine
its industry, in metered chime
of machinery, a myriad lain in creaking red."

“I wish, I wish, on constellated orbs
once flaring in apricity, to glance
thought away from my dark territories,
the spires and clock towers spreading shadow
unceasing across this enclosed meadow.
A sanctuary divined by you, in
airs of shelter from the greying hue of
raindrops, thick and fast, could hold long against
the storm - O', but endurance bloodies
by the dimming light, and I dread my
fountain may not quench your fears tonight."

“I hear, I hear, the patter of snares
gone marching softly the rooftop bare;
punctas contra punctum with the pounding
of your chest, in tones so low it slips through
the pores or seized as the rattle in your bones."

Just a fragment of a much bigger piece, thoughts?

Paris


To desperate eyes can basest rock,
Seem now an Indian pearl.
Yet brace your soul, ignore life's clock,
Your jewel will Fate unfurl.

A single child does Love bestow;
From Venus: just one gift.
So cast off glasses tinted rose,
And with new vim: Persist!

The sun shines bright in lustful youth,
Yet idle passion fades.
Your pen, Catullus, weeps the truth,
She with her sparrow plays.

Love's first young tryst, it fades to dust,
A jocund childish game.
When they you find, in whom you trust,
Long doubt you'll cast off fain.

But worry not! hearts don't stagnate,
Happ'ly they bear sadness.
From Spartan thrall to Scaean gate,
All souls are bound for Paris.

Actaeon


I’ve found the joy that ancient hunter sought
In leafy grove where chaste Diana bathed.
These burning thighs no hound’s red teeth shall grip,
The fire in me was not unrequited.

Her furtive glance unburdened by vain speech
Was proof enough that souls are born in pairs.
The twilight mist, which memory fails to glimpse,
Contained a force that words would complicate.

To think I nearly passed her silently!
My life to he that bade my trembling knees:
“Get up, approach, no peril need you fear;
Her beauty’s mortal stuff - no danger here.”

-

Now light breaks through our fragile canvas castle
And paints her flesh in ghostly silhouette.
The softest touch of morning dew’s wet kiss
Can’t near describe those innocent young lips.

I watch the leaves drift lazily to rest;
Their shadows scrape along our fabric roof.
Translucent cloth is all we have to keep
Our tangled bliss from verdant jealous eyes.

-

Weep, Actaeon. But ne’er forget the sight.

Patroclus.


In shining bronze with golden hue,
Along dread Ares’ track,
I sent my brother to his doom.
For him, I’d give Troy back.


Dear brother, friend, slow down! remit!
For this I did not know,
My armour, look, it does not fit;
Return it now! don’t go.


Why step upon this bloody path?
Let’s sit beside the sea.
No glory lies at Priam’s hearth,
Just burning olive tree.

>>6649008
>>6649012
>>6649017

If you didn't notice, I like Roman and Greek literature.

>>6646062
At first I thought it was
>vile séductrice que n'inspire qui révolte.
and kek'd though it perhaps made more sense

>>6649026
i think the second one is the best.

i much prefer blank verse to common metre though, so i might be biased. blank verse just seems so much less tacky.

>>6649017
I am totally mesmerised by this poem. It's so fast, so gorgeous, it just flew like a two ton manta ray skipping along the sea if my soul.

Fuck I want to post but english is not my main language.

>>6649625
don't know if you're taking the piss out of me or not but i'll accept the compliment for now. thanks.

Will you follow the rules?
Lest you risk mockery?
Who are you to disrespect
To disrupt and shake
What is greater than you?
What has been done for so long this way?
Though it could be said
That you are great and have the right
Who would say this?

--

The mind at peace almost wholly
The body throwing constant fits
Cannot sustain a moment of homeostasis
An aura of green light held inside a chasm
Ultimately the green laughs
The grave will provide much relief
Long, long relief

>>6649625
Is this reply a meme?

Fuck, girl, you gotta be kidding me
I can't even turn my back and you get all slutty
You mad, bitch, quit being a whore
Worry about you? I won't even trouble

Ever tried to stop being that promiscuous?
Everytime I look at you, you're trying to look ingenuous.
Oh well, seriously, you think you can lie to me?
All them grab your ass and your pussy just constantly.

Come on, fucking dirty? You're sick!
You kiss everyone's ass when they tell to suck their dick.
Would you try and recognize I'm treating you as a person?
Quit that fucking dirty talking and all this dispersion

You can talk all nicely, twerk even better
Is that your Instagram? Fucking attention beggar.
Sweetheart, it's time, ain't you waking up?
All we see in you is a big damn ass to fuck.

It's unbeliavable how you're always up to your slutty stuff,
Believe me when I tell you these guys are fucked up
Actually, really, why don't you go fuck yourself?
Tits or get the fuck, bitch, bother somebody else

r8 me poe3, m8s

stainless steel chafing dish

the wall of rib bones has now
collected overhead. the
stalactites of coagulated
sauce and membrane leaves
no negative space between us.

will the gaseous expansion of
my gut please break
down this insufferable pen.

what was once voluntary has
now turned to a lack of will
force feeding the carnivorous
chow by the casket-load.

hope is all that is left.
for that of another to order
from this devious catering
service. changing their grasp
from me to them.

I will break the compass
for just a spoonfull

of dessert.

>>6649017
so rhyme heavy

>>6649795
Well I wrote it in common metre so I pretty much had to stick to the rhyme scheme. Same for the first out of the three poems I posted (Paris).

Perhaps rhyme isn't considered such good style anymore. Maybe I should stick to blank verse or other similar, non-rhyming metres.

Red-eyed jagged steps
Down a buckling stair,
Heavy black beats
With arms suspended long
(Swing, swing dead)
Longer than necessary,
Long enough, long enough
To reach the phone,
Or trim a bush,
But ill-equipped to clutch
At former lights

>>6645695
parasitic plaguing the mother of control, spatial cravings for a modicum of unbound soul
so force the fire, burn your house and while your soulmate roasts you can think back to the moment when you made the most
of what you thought was right. but not in terms of life you're just a selfish small child with a dream of strife.
but in the midnight hours when you can't drift off and you're bouncing of yourself like a scorpion on a frog
you're going to think back to what you did when you lost all hope and you tried to make it better but you burned your home
and regret is going to eat you because you're weak and alone and if you weren't then you would have kept your soul and roamed.

>>6650388
This is shocking. Like the pulse of a madwoman.

Like Burroughs BEFORE he shot his wife.

Hi /lit/, have some fucking tripe written by me.
Each "poem" is separated by equals signs

Lisa gave birth,
to a pinkish pulp, left blue-
with jelly bruises
that taste as good as the
whole milk
she hides her sex behind,
as she slips it back-
into the fridge.

=======

Computer Car, Computer.
I am bored to death.
sitting in your white seats
and spreadsheets that blend my head
as you carry me through

these single letter streets,
Computer Car, oh
Computer.
I noticed my hopes
burning out those
exhaust pipes-
My film reel pupils.
…

As you splutter out of RAM
reduced to the crawl,
of a cripple,
or a baby
of a man who just couldn't let go.

This blank hell. black garrison.
I wax and wane, my
head shifts through the gap
in my teeth until I
simply cease-


=========

Set of stairs, sort of motion-
a warping ceiling’s view,
amidst the brutal calm, Can be?
These storms. Or can it be.
Wizards of Wizards, Or the monk
that brews ahead- It’s me.

This motion does fine. Willingly to
spawn insight from me.
In defiance of the living damp-
A wood grain in the rain.
The grapple hooked gums
of a wood grain in the rain.

>>6650954
Don't be so negative.

First one is good. Nice perspective swing.

The others... can't we all agree that: if you've seen the idiom before burn it.

>>6650972
Im just generally negative towards most of the things I create, the teachers in school keep reporting all the work I throw away because I do not like it.

I do not understand most poetry, and it shows. I am generally tired of trying to find what sort of art form suits me and I feel my poems reflect that. They are hardly energetic.

Considering im 18, like most people my age, my sense of self is trying to establish itself, so I personally spend a lot of time looking inwards instead of outwards.
Which is fine when I am drawing a pretty and visually appealing picture, but not so fun when I create a poem and its focused on the little things about my day to day life that no people will find awe inspiring.

I have never been good with language, but for some reason (mainly autism related obsessions) I keep having mad creative outbursts where I desperately want to create poems that people just fucking love and enjoy, which is a feeling i've never felt for any art form. Which is a shame since id rather those feelings be geared towards my talents for visual arts. Rather than poetry, something I am very poor at when held in comparison to everybody else.

I would assume that, naturally at this age, all I want to write is self centered tripe, but as I grow older I will begin to look out into the world more and my "poetry" will benefit.

>>6651017
Okay David Fucking Wallace

>>6651017
You need to check yrself for spooks. Before you wreck yrself.