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RadaketorRadaketor

Rated 0 / 5 stars

This doesn't work...


ZJ responds:

It does for me!


BrocoliClockBrocoliClock

Rated 5 / 5 stars

Oh...my...God!

Someone finally finally used a different bloody font! Hooray!


ZJ responds:

I am a visionary.


NronNron

Rated 5 / 5 stars

My god

Zach for fucks sake! You spent time pestering me to see THIS!

Oh well. 10/10...

to think i made an account to see this...


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ZJ responds:

Thanks for drawing on the fact that you know me in the real world.


guyfawkesbeerguyfawkesbeer

Rated 5 / 5 stars

insbirational

the poetry of this is so beautifully breath-taking that the only way i know to respond is to also cite poetry. thank you.

The Phoenix and the Turtle
Let the bird of loudest lay
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing
Save the eagle, feather'd king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:-
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.

So they loved, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none;
Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix' sight;
Either was the other's mine.

Property was thus appall'd,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call'd.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either neither;
Simple were so well compounded,

That it cried, 'How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none
If what parts can so remain.'

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.

THRENOS

BEAUTY, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix' nest;
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity:
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.


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ZJ responds:

You make me giggle.


oobie134oobie134

Rated 5 / 5 stars

B is for B

B is for Dog

Truly great, if this was in a movie it'd get 9856876235455789 stars out of 38927


ZJ responds:

:) Here is someone that knows what they are talking about.