My days are filled with monotony.
I can stand it no longer.
The waves crash endlessly about the hull,
no land in sight.
Oh! How I long to free my sword from its scabbard.
How I wish to quench its thirst,
and my own, no less.
Alas, there is no sail in sight.
At least the *** is plentiful....
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
My days are filled with monotony.
I can stand it no longer.
The waves crash endlessly about the hull,
no land in sight.
Oh! How I long to free my sword from its scabbard.
How I wish to quench its thirst,
and my own, no less.
Alas, there is no sail in sight.
At least the *** is plentiful....
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