Hyoshido
Sometimes, he do miss
Finishing RLC, then closed
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Pokemanz
dont be such a sour wolf
Oh yes, I will definitely be scarred. For life.
Animatronics have always freaked me out in general.
So I've just completely avoided the FNAF wave
KainAronoele
Back from 3 year hiatus
Agh, did you hear the we now have to pay taxes on ALL online purchases?
Like, wtf America...
Like, wtf America...
Finnian
100% Bad luck always.
what seriously????
Shirohibiki
it's a beautiful bikini bottom day!
can you elaborate?
KainAronoele
Back from 3 year hiatus
Yeah.
From what my dad told me, whenever you buy something online (so like, on ebay or amazon or Etsy or whatever) that is a business, whether an actual store or personally selling something, they now add on taxes ON TOP OF the actual cost and shipping.
So. Say I'ma buy a coat on eBay. The price is $30, plus $5 shipping.. Now the government is adding like... 6.5% tax to the price for you to pay them...
Basically, the government trying to find ways to take more money for themselves.
Apparently they put it to a vote, and everyone said no to it, but congress said yes, so they passed it..
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Shirohibiki
it's a beautiful bikini bottom day!
oh, for gods sake. and that wasnt sales tax right? its a completely separate tax? :I sigh......
KainAronoele
Back from 3 year hiatus
Well, I know some places already had the tax (sales tax) but now they're making EVERY online shop/store have tax.
Idk if it's been put into effect just yet, but it's coming... I was wondering what Etsy meant by there will be new fees added, but that was all they could say atm. Guess that's what they meant.
So dumb..
Finnian
100% Bad luck always.
Oh i think storeenvy already had those, which i guess is cool fro me, since I don't sell through etsy.
BUT WHY??
It's soo stupid.
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UHH.
;v;
UHH
I'm so tired and don't wanna do it right now, but in a few hours??
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****ing gay as hell imo
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hyogo i will TAKE YOU DOWN SMAKC DOWWWNNN
Hyoshido
Sometimes, he do miss
Finnian
100% Bad luck always.
Hyoshido
Sometimes, he do miss
ᕦ( ͠? ͜ل ͡?)ᕤ I'll do what it takes to take u out.
KainAronoele
Back from 3 year hiatus
No idea, but imo, the government are just greedy ******** > ___>;
Finnian
100% Bad luck always.
you asked for you, you lil ****
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Kairi—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Kairi—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Kairi?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Kitten!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Kairi;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Kitten!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Kairi—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Kairi.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
HMMH
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lets boston tea party thing whole thing
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Pokemanz
dont be such a sour wolf
Holy cheese. I feel like I'm back in school reading from page 488 in our literature books.
Also you see the crab dance video bruh
Finnian
100% Bad luck always.
wait what NOOO i am the laziest
and I just edited the raven by poe mang
AND YEAH MANG
those were some sick beats and that's how i dance bruh.
crab got some sick style
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your signature is primo divine
