why are the admins only on late at night

except xyz

here they all come

yes

I admin

Have y’all ever read a book called Amulet of Samarkand

Can’t read

Is it about Solomon?

@Tom Index it’s basically Harry Potter but if it was real magick

Inspiration maybe

You mean Harry Potter wasn’t real?

It’s a young adult fantasy novel

I bet... One minute

But even then I was like

I’d rather work with my own inner demons and power lmoa

I write dimentia adult fantasy novels

🆙 | **Tom Index leveled up!**

Ayy

Congrats

Though I was and am really fascinated by djinn which were featured in that novel

The Quran?

Bunko writes

Show us bunko!

Poetry

Where to put

-Quran 72:6

Hadish is blasphemy

Bunko no where it is

Bunko show you when bunko find it

Oh yea just post here

wrong server

@Deleted User never rub another man’s rhubarb dipshit

yeah

Sorry you made him upset

Anyways

Poem

Nofap November do et.

👌 💪

no

I keep my windows shut,
to keep the noises out.
Every so often it sneaks by the filter,
and I begin to hear the pout.

I hear the words of the world,
and its death that trails behind.
I wish my window would drown it out,
but I cannot rewind.

I hope to die one day,
as silent as I can.
But if I hear the smallest sound,
I’ll be a dead and broken man.

I make no sound myself,
as I remain infinitely still.
The noises infiltrate me,
like wood being beaten with a drill.

I stood up today,
for the first time in many years.
I realized very slowly,
that nothing was penetrating my ears.

I rushed over to my window,
almost stumbling on the silence,
I craved the sounds of the world,
I needed to hear the violence.

I threw the glass door open,
like a drunk throws back his liquor,
but as hard as I may try,
I hear not so much as a soft bicker.

Once desperate for no sound,
I now crave only it.
I hear only nothing,
I throw a silent fit.

To make the madness stop,
I plug my ears in desperation.
I hear not even on the inside,
but I feel a silent and slowing respiration.

He collapsed upon the noise,
an earthquake had just struck,
but he could hear it not,
for his habits killed his luck.

Buried under dirt,
his heart collapsed with “BOOM!”
He bore his most unfavorable suit,
in his silent tomb.

Ironically, the noise,
it only continues to grow,
but the man had gone deaf years before,
so he will never know.
His hearing had gone bad,
and so he had to go,
and when the noise will finally stop,
perhaps the sky will snow.

Irony. Good one