My chosts are as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
π I say lots of heck words and post questionable smut. Stick around if that's your thing, but if you're below legal age to view such things in your jurisdiction, kindly go someplace else.
π Bob Semple was right.
My chosts are as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
You found Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu.
I found the summit where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, the slider, climber of mountains, the land-swallower who travelled about, played his kΕauau to his loved one?
In Oblivion?
I doubt that very much.
Me:
when anyone asks what i'm doing there "I'm a mad anthropologist; I know what the fuck is wrong with people" and watch them back away