I am a chimney from RMS Lusitania, ask me a question.

How do you feel about gutters? Are they beneath you?

no, because when lusitania sank, i managed to be rescued by a giant squid and he married me, we are happy ever since . but anyway, back to the quesiton, gutters were disgusting

does anyone know-

where the love of god goes-

when the waves,

turn the minutes,

into hours?

Tell us more of the tentacles...

sorry i dont want to discuss my private life. i am a very reserved chimney.

Sorry, but the alluminium is an idol
the real true god is the aspect of the Bermuda triangle. He revealed to me, and i am a member of the official church of the triangle. i am the only chimney, but we have a pair of shoes too one of them is the preacher

and men,

in dreams-

assured were,

of the phantom that followed us so-

nine fathoms deep.

he had followed us,

from the lands of mists and snow.

Are you my cousin chimney from chernobyl?

for one of the most creative subject lines I have seen in a while.

Smoking is bad for you

What was it like for you when the boilers exploded?

Did you ever get jealous of Mauritania or Aquitania?




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never, they are family to me ;)

i mean, their chimneys of course.

thats what i was made to do, chimneys smoke, sadly im underwater for this long time. i miss the smoke

I second that.

Do you ever really miss the burn? I know it was so hot, but as with all things, everything cools to the touch.

actually i am from western pa.

where it is pronounced "CHIMLEY", thank you very much.

you sound like you use a filter . Im against the use of filters, it's like a lobotomy for a chimney. chimneys nowdays are so limited on their ability to smoke and ventilate

up, where the smoke,

is all billowed and curled

twixt' the stars
and the pavement

that's the chimney sweep's world;

where there's hardly no day
and hardly no night...

there's things half in shadow

-and halfway in light-

on the rooftops of london,

coo, what a sight!

im a Seagull i bet i shat on you before

No you didn't

How's Spongebob doing these days ?

and now you stand alone

visited rarely by the jellyfish,
and random wandering octopi

but oh the fish,
when they circle about you and tell you their tales

silver icsthians who swim in shining, shimmering, sunlit shoals,

silent witnesses to ancient submerged marble halls
whence once dwelt the majesty of seafaring regents, and antedeluvian kings

ghastly, grim, yet noble men
who sent forth golden ships with painted sails
to harvest the bounties of their oceanic realms


far flung pelagic empires
built upon the abundance of fish
and the generosity of the sea

tis true, they speak to you of atlantis
fair atlantis!
bold, doomed atlantis

the finest jewel in neptune's crown

now lost, lost forever

save to the fish that swim

and the misty, murky, meanderings of the maritime

never met him

Fist yo' ass!

are you looking forward to coming back on shore when the mega tsunami happens?

get some sunscreen.

and magma balm.