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My self-summary:
Just a chill guyI like new things,good times partys, good ganja and of course Wet pussyAm married she don’t care(in fact looking for girl 2 join us)A rocker and Juggalo till I dieI like to help ppl out and help scratch that horrible itch about 9 in up lolIn all seriousness though I’m open minded Just hit me up to chat
What I’m doing with my life:
Small Buisness owner probiding lawers(real ones not P.D) to familys who can’t afford it do computer tech workAs well as deliver herble remadys and aroma therapy

My self-summary:

Just a chill guy
I like new things,good times partys, good ganja and of course Wet pussy
Am married she don’t care(in fact looking for girl 2 join us)
A rocker and Juggalo till I die
I like to help ppl out and help scratch that horrible itch about 9 in up lol
In all seriousness though I’m open minded Just hit me up to chat

What I’m doing with my life:

Small Buisness owner probiding lawers(real ones not P.D) to familys who can’t afford it do computer tech work
As well as deliver herble remadys and aroma therapy

Filed under juggalos just a chills guy good ganja wet pussy am married she don't care looking for girl 2 join us a rocker and juggalo till i die help scratch that horrible itch about 9 in up lol open minded probiding lawers (real ones not P.D) to familys who can't afford it deliver herble remadys and aroma therapy wtf lol

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I’m in a polyamorous triad with two primaries. My husband and boyfriend are the most important people to me and the three of us are currently going to raise a beautiful little girl together. I’m a juggalette and a slytherin but the more you get to know me the more a nerd you will think i am.
The first things people usually notice about me:
I hate to say it but eyes go right to my boobs. Pregnant or not they’re there and I’m personally not insulted when people can’t take their eyes off of them. The rest of me is fairly boring unless you get me to smile. I have the devils grin.
The six things I could never do without:
PornMy crew of juggalo family membersTumblrCookiesThe ability to see colorsPeople who want to argue with me
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
I have two alternate personalities that are able to control my body. Usually it isn’t by force but they are just as unique and multi dimensional as i am.

My self-summary:

I’m in a polyamorous triad with two primaries. My husband and boyfriend are the most important people to me and the three of us are currently going to raise a beautiful little girl together. I’m a juggalette and a slytherin but the more you get to know me the more a nerd you will think i am.

The first things people usually notice about me:

I hate to say it but eyes go right to my boobs. Pregnant or not they’re there and I’m personally not insulted when people can’t take their eyes off of them. The rest of me is fairly boring unless you get me to smile. I have the devils grin.

The six things I could never do without:

Porn
My crew of juggalo family members
Tumblr
Cookies
The ability to see colors
People who want to argue with me

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:

I have two alternate personalities that are able to control my body. Usually it isn’t by force but they are just as unique and multi dimensional as i am.

Filed under juggalos juggalettes polyamorous triad with two primaries slytherin eyes go right to my boobs i have the devils grin porn my crew of juggalo family members the ability to see colors people who want to argue with me two alternate personalities that are able to control my body wtf lol

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I’m not even going to lie.. I’m looking for a man to take care of me and pay for my shit, someone who will show me he is worth my time, not that I’m some grate catch or anything bit I am a decent looking caring female who knows how to take care of her man on an emotional and a physical level. I’m sweet but have been told I’m hard for a female and there is a good reason for that.. IV been threw a lot of sh*tin my time on this earth and guess what ill go threw a lot more before I’m dead and gone.. I have no family and few friends but the friends I do have I consider fam. I want someone like me, real and honest who just wants to come out of all the bullsh*t in life and come out ontop
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
IV never been with anyone less than 3years older than me and I never plan to be
You should message me if:
You I want a girl to spend time with And spend money on Who won’t give a f*** if you’re seeing other females As long As I come first

My self-summary:

I’m not even going to lie.. I’m looking for a man to take care of me and pay for my shit, someone who will show me he is worth my time, not that I’m some grate catch or anything bit I am a decent looking caring female who knows how to take care of her man on an emotional and a physical level. I’m sweet but have been told I’m hard for a female and there is a good reason for that.. IV been threw a lot of sh*tin my time on this earth and guess what ill go threw a lot more before I’m dead and gone.. I have no family and few friends but the friends I do have I consider fam. I want someone like me, real and honest who just wants to come out of all the bullsh*t in life and come out ontop

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:

IV never been with anyone less than 3years older than me and I never plan to be

You should message me if:

You I want a girl to spend time with And spend money on Who won’t give a f*** if you’re seeing other females As long As I come first

Filed under juggalos juggaletes looking for a man to take care of me and pay for my shit not that i'm some grate catch or anything been threw a lot of sh*tin my time on this earth never been with anyone less than 3 years older than me you want a girl to spend time with and spend money on won't give a f*** if you're seeing other females as long as i come first holy shit WTF lol

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I’m 23 years old i have blonde and purple dreadfalls blue eyes. I’m pretty short and im very skinny. I have a 10 month old daughter who is the absolute shit. I am a juggalo so if you listen to country music or shit on the radio like gangnam style n stupid shit like that….FUCK OFF!!!!!
What I’m doing with my life:
I’m currently on house arrest so i attend online college for psychology, i’m a mother and a father to my daughter.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
i poop pretty fast :)

My self-summary:

I’m 23 years old i have blonde and purple dreadfalls blue eyes. I’m pretty short and im very skinny. I have a 10 month old daughter who is the absolute shit. I am a juggalo so if you listen to country music or shit on the radio like gangnam style n stupid shit like that….FUCK OFF!!!!!

What I’m doing with my life:

I’m currently on house arrest so i attend online college for psychology, i’m a mother and a father to my daughter.

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:

i poop pretty fast :)

Filed under juggalos juggalettes dreadfalls 10 month old daughter who is the absolute shit if you listen to country music or shit on the radio like gangnam style n stupid shit like that....FUCK OFF currently on house arrest mother and a father to my daughter i poop pretty fast holy shit WTF lol

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IM 22,BUT VERY MATURE FOR MY AGE,IM OUTGOIN,DOWN TO EATH,OPEN MINDED,AND I LOVE TO TRY NEW THINGS,AND IM SINGLE MOTHER,MY KIDS ARE MY LIFE,I LOVE TO TRAVEL,AND HAVE FUN,IM currenty in collage and workin,im new 2 the datin site,lol,but all I can say is my friends n fam.always like 2be around cuz im fun and enjoy outdoor activity,i just want some one who can enjoy cuddle with me,.and I call mY EVERYTHING.IM A DIFFRENT GIRL NOT LIKE OTHER CHICKS,IM A UNDERSTANDING PERSON,I DNT PLAY GAMES,I UP ON GAME,i KNOW IF ANY ONE IS LYING,BULLSHITIN,I JUST CATCH SHIT QUICK,BUT I DO HAVE A GUD,HEART,AND IM A FUN GIRL,I LOVE 2 SMILE,AND ANY ELSE JUST ASK„
I’m really good at:
Im gud at writting poems,and I LOVE PLAYIN FOOTBALL,BASEBALL,BASKETBALL,IM REALLY GUD,AT THEM ALSO,BUT I LOVE WRESTIN„MARTIAL ARTS„aLSO PLAYIN CALL OF DUTTY ON XBOX,i love video games,most only play sometimes,AND RIDDIN DIRT BIKES,RACIN QUADS,wanna know moore ASK ME,DNT BE SHY
The first things people usually notice about me:
Every one notice my DIMPLES AND MYSMILE,N ,I ALWAYS STAND OUT FROM GIRLS„CUZ IM JUST ME,EVERY ONE LIKE MY SENCE OF HUMMOR,AND IF U ALSO NOTICE,I ALSO LOOK GUD,IM BEAUTIFULL,STUNNIN,HOT,AMAZING,PRETTY, ADORABLE,THATS CUZ I TAKE CARE OF MY SELF BY EATING HEALTHY,WORKING OUT,AND ENJOYIN LIFE EVERY DAY,
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
I DNT LIKE GIRLIE GIRLS,LOL I JUST KEEP IT TO MY SELF,BUT I GOTS 2 SISTER THAT ARE TO GIRLIE GIRLS,LOL.IM A DORK. N.a nerd,

My self-summary:

IM 22,BUT VERY MATURE FOR MY AGE,IM OUTGOIN,DOWN TO EATH,OPEN MINDED,AND I LOVE TO TRY NEW THINGS,AND IM SINGLE MOTHER,MY KIDS ARE MY LIFE,I LOVE TO TRAVEL,AND HAVE FUN,IM currenty in collage and workin,im new 2 the datin site,lol,but all I can say is my friends n fam.always like 2be around cuz im fun and enjoy outdoor activity,i just want some one who can enjoy cuddle with me,.and I call mY EVERYTHING.IM A DIFFRENT GIRL NOT LIKE OTHER CHICKS,IM A UNDERSTANDING PERSON,I DNT PLAY GAMES,I UP ON GAME,i KNOW IF ANY ONE IS LYING,BULLSHITIN,I JUST CATCH SHIT QUICK,BUT I DO HAVE A GUD,HEART,AND IM A FUN GIRL,I LOVE 2 SMILE,AND ANY ELSE JUST ASK„

I’m really good at:

Im gud at writting poems,and I LOVE PLAYIN FOOTBALL,BASEBALL,BASKETBALL,IM REALLY GUD,AT THEM ALSO,BUT I LOVE WRESTIN„MARTIAL ARTS„aLSO PLAYIN CALL OF DUTTY ON XBOX,i love video games,most only play sometimes,AND RIDDIN DIRT BIKES,RACIN QUADS,wanna know moore ASK ME,DNT BE SHY

The first things people usually notice about me:

Every one notice my DIMPLES AND MYSMILE,N ,I ALWAYS STAND OUT FROM GIRLS„CUZ IM JUST ME,EVERY ONE LIKE MY SENCE OF HUMMOR,AND IF U ALSO NOTICE,I ALSO LOOK GUD,IM BEAUTIFULL,STUNNIN,HOT,AMAZING,PRETTY, ADORABLE,THATS CUZ I TAKE CARE OF MY SELF BY EATING HEALTHY,WORKING OUT,AND ENJOYIN LIFE EVERY DAY,

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:

I DNT LIKE GIRLIE GIRLS,LOL I JUST KEEP IT TO MY SELF,BUT I GOTS 2 SISTER THAT ARE TO GIRLIE GIRLS,LOL.IM A DORK. N.a nerd,

Filed under juggalos juggalettes very mature for my age my kids are my life im a diffrent girl not like other chicks i just catch shit quick i do have a gud heart gud at writing poems riddin dirt bikes i always stand out from girls every one like my sence of hummor i also look gud beautifull stunnin hot amazing pretty adorable i dnt like girlie girls im a dork n a nerd wtf holy shit all caps lol

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I like to swim,watch movies,being online,dinning out. I am usually at home , some times I hang out with friends. ALL JUGGALOS & JUGGALETTES..FAMILY..FRIENDS..AND VISITORSWE ARE A FAMILY THIS IS NOT SUM RANDOM ACT WE ARE NOT A GANG WE ARE A FAMILY UNITED AS ONE CREATED FOR FAM BY FAM .. WE RESPECT ALL THEIR IS NO HATING ..NO DRAMA ..NO BS.. WE ARE HERE TO HAVE FUN AND ENJOY OURSELVES..LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY..HOWEVER IF YOU CHOOSE TO JOIN OUR FAMILY WE ASK THAT U ADD ALL OF THE FAM..AND ASK YOU TO SEND A FRIEND REQUEST AS TO WHAT FAM MEANS TO YOU AND WE WILL GO OVER THEM.. AND ADD AS ACCORDINGLY..IF YOU ARE ADDED WE WILL GET BACK TO YOU..AND HAVE YOU ADD OUR TAG TO YOUR NAME.. AS WELL AS OUR PAGE TO YOUR FAMILY.. WHOOP WHOOP MCL TO ALL OF YOU..im a JUGGALO not a Gigolo straight up and if that aint ok with u don’t add me I would like to meet all sorts of people…..i love talking to new people……….making friends……….

My self-summary:

I like to swim,watch movies,being online,dinning out. I am usually at home , some times I hang out with friends. 

ALL JUGGALOS & JUGGALETTES..FAMILY..FRIENDS..AND VISITORS

WE ARE A FAMILY THIS IS NOT SUM RANDOM ACT WE ARE NOT A GANG WE ARE A FAMILY UNITED AS ONE CREATED FOR FAM BY FAM .. WE RESPECT ALL THEIR IS NO HATING ..NO DRAMA ..NO BS.. WE ARE HERE TO HAVE FUN AND ENJOY OURSELVES..LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY..

HOWEVER IF YOU CHOOSE TO JOIN OUR FAMILY WE ASK THAT U ADD ALL OF THE FAM..AND ASK YOU TO SEND A FRIEND REQUEST AS TO WHAT FAM MEANS TO YOU AND WE WILL GO OVER THEM.. AND ADD AS ACCORDINGLY..IF YOU ARE ADDED WE WILL GET BACK TO YOU..AND HAVE YOU ADD OUR TAG TO YOUR NAME.. AS WELL AS OUR PAGE TO YOUR FAMILY.. WHOOP WHOOP MCL TO ALL OF YOU..
im a JUGGALO not a Gigolo straight up and if that aint ok with u don’t add me I would like to meet all sorts of people…..i love talking to new people……….making friends……….

Filed under juggalos we are a family not sum random act we are not a gang we are a family their is no hating no drama no bs whoop whoop juggalo not a gigolo wtf lol

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Funny out going animal lover dislike traders betrayers fakes im a lette for life i have 2 mutts and 2 tattoos gettin more tattoos and im gonna get snake bites in the future anything else yud like to know hmu
The first things people usually notice about me:
my dark personalty who i am who i was
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
I had sex at age 12 with one of my friends boyfriends I was stupid he had a big dick for a white boy ill admit that those where the days oh and I love goth guyz its a turn on jmfs

My self-summary:

Funny out going animal lover dislike traders betrayers fakes im a lette for life i have 2 mutts and 2 tattoos gettin more tattoos and im gonna get snake bites in the future anything else yud like to know hmu

The first things people usually notice about me:

my dark personalty who i am who i was

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:

I had sex at age 12 with one of my friends boyfriends I was stupid he had a big dick for a white boy ill admit that those where the days oh and I love goth guyz its a turn on jmfs

Filed under juggalos juggalettes dislike traders betrayers fakes lette for life my dark personality i had sex at age 12 with one of my friends boyfriends he had a big dick for a white boy i love goth guyz wtf lol

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I’m just a crazy fun lovin girl. I look tough an I am but I have an amazing heart.i have lots of tats and love them all. Don’t judge a book by its cover. I love my music but others don’t have 2. I love the country and not the city. Anything country is fun. I’m pretty open 2 trying anything new and having a good time. U can ask me anything cause I’m pretty open. And I like meeting new people. It’s easier 2 get 2 know me if u ask me questions cause ill answer them. I’m a lot more interesting then I look lol. Why don’t u find out :)
The first things people usually notice about me:
First thing people notice is my eyes and then my tattoos

My self-summary:

I’m just a crazy fun lovin girl. I look tough an I am but I have an amazing heart.i have lots of tats and love them all. Don’t judge a book by its cover. I love my music but others don’t have 2. I love the country and not the city. Anything country is fun. I’m pretty open 2 trying anything new and having a good time. U can ask me anything cause I’m pretty open. And I like meeting new people. It’s easier 2 get 2 know me if u ask me questions cause ill answer them. I’m a lot more interesting then I look lol. Why don’t u find out :)

The first things people usually notice about me:

First thing people notice is my eyes and then my tattoos

Filed under juggalos juggalettes crazy fun lovin girl i look tough an i am a lot more interesting than i look tattoos IS THAT A TATTOO ON HER FACE? i think it might be wtf lol

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I enjoy cooking, reading, hanging out with friends. I am a juggalette. i rarely paint my face but i love the music. but its not the only music i listen to anything you want to know just ask
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
my eyes change colors Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” - Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - ‘Tis the wind and nothing more.” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said, “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never - nevermore’.” But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore: Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting - “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

My self-summary:

I enjoy cooking, reading, hanging out with friends. I am a juggalette. i rarely paint my face but i love the music. but its not the only music i listen to anything you want to know just ask

The most private thing I’m willing to admit:

my eyes change colors

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never - nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting -
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Filed under juggalos juggalettes rarely paint my face omg the raven that's the entire poem wtf lol