for Solzy,

il miglior fabro

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11953346)

betas persist to out posters, trolling

blacks and women, flaming

dull xoers with contrived schtick.

What are the reasons that attract, what worthwhile grows

out of this fetid cesspool? Son of azn,

you can not say or guess, for you know only

the ephemeral dream of WGWAG, where the chance is fleet,

and cruel realities give no hope, the ridicule no relief

And a voice beckons,

(come under the shadow of this red rock)

and I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding beside you

or you shadow at evening riding to meet you;

Whokebe will show you fear in a handful of dust

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11953646)

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,

The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Whokebe, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11955190)

A smarmy nigger-thread decree :

Did Smoke, the barren spinster, rant

Through posts pleasurelesss to man

ever loveless would she be.

In twenty ought posts with no sense found

Did virgin advice and flame abound :

eager to salvage her online date spoke blue ,

"were you him enjoy it if I fucketh thee" ;

And with calm repose wisdom and voice true ,

Whokebe said "not if it were me".

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11957994)

That fro the tyme that he first bigan

To riden out, he loved whokebe,

Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11958143)

Pale shticks, death-pale were they all;

They cried—“Whokebe sans Merci

Hath thee in thrall!”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11958008)

:-(

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1014870&forum_id=2#11959337)