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# HIS ASS
(, Sat 29 Jun 2019, 0:03, archived)
# captain all of the time!
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
(, Sat 29 Jun 2019, 0:11, archived)
# I lift my torch where the sun never shines ;p
(, Sat 29 Jun 2019, 0:15, archived)
# Ah--you do know art when you see it!
(, Sat 29 Jun 2019, 0:11, archived)
# Once again all time torching
(, Sat 29 Jun 2019, 0:18, archived)