where her young hero sleeps,
and lovers around her are sighing.
But coldly she turns
from their gaze, and weeps,
for her heart in his grave is lying.
THERE IS SOME SORT OF DEMON FROM HELL IN THE WOODS AND IT HAS BEEN SCREAMING FOR ALMOST AN HOUR. IT SOUNDED LIKE AN AMINAL AT FIRST, THEN LIKE A WOMAN BEING BRUTALLY ATTACKED, AND NOW I’M PRETTY SURE THAT IT’S A BANSHEE COMING FOR ME. I am told that it is a fox calling for a mate, but I find it hard to believe that 1) I have lived in the woods for 23 years and have not heard this hellish sound until recently, and 2) that I have an intense adoration for foxes yet am unfamiliar with their sound. And if that IS a fox calling for a mate, he needs to get his shit together, because no self-respecting lady fox is going to come running when she hears that sound.
If Emilio has 5 sheep and Annie has 12 tractors, how many pancakes will fit on the roof of their straw hut? 47, because alligators don’t wear bras.
📈📉📐 What even are you, math?