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 tappping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you", here I opened wide the door; darkness there and nothing more.
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page 6 shouldn't be here, it's from a different comic
nevermore, said the raven.
No Edgar Alan Poe? Utterly uncultured
It Lacks Motivation
Is it me, or does this have an above average level of anatomical detail
Whyd she say she needed a shower she just took one what a dumbass whore
The pages are out of order
I prefer The Raven by Alan Parsons Project.
Is it just me or does his dick look weird?
The lore was far to cynical for my taste but after the lunchtime with tim comic it really came into its own.
i want to fuck u in the ass Mr Bateman.
Who's Patrick bateman? I'm Paul Allen. Let's go to my apartment
W rizz
Not what I've espected with this title
Is this teen titans?
YEAAAA THIS IS THE MOMENT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YEAAAAAAAAA
Look out, Gordon! Hotted boobs up ahead, tit's big ones!
7/10. Would be a 10/10 if it was finished.
8/10 dis is good
Go To Hell!
I am already in hell, but I don't see you?
no you go to hell
THE RAVEN.
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 visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more.”
Go to HELL!!
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 Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.
Suck my DICK!!
why so aggresive my foul mouthed friend
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 visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter 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 tappping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you", here I opened wide the door; darkness there and nothing more.
Who wrote this? I like poetry.
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