Who's that rapping at my chamber door?

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For several decades in a Baltimore cemetery, someone has been dressing up, walking over to Edgar Allan Poe's grave, drinking a glass of cognac and leaving the rest of the bottle and flowers for the poet Edgar Allan Poe.

Happy Birthday Poe, long dead but still getting cognac every year. Post-life goals!

The 'toaster' has never been identified. His last appearance was in 2010 has left space for 'faux toasters' who have carried on the tradition. Some people complain that they have not carried on the original toasters secretive nature and will walk through crowds of people and not leave the flowers in what has been described as a 'distinctive' pattern.

I've never been a huge fan of poetry (except for one of my friends who writes hilarious dirty haikus), and have honestly never read any of Poe's poetry before today.

First reaction: who the hell are Lenore and Annabel Lee? And those poems are really annoying.

Second reaction, I like the Raven one. Only this and nothing more.

Whilst reading Poe-try, I have been finishing off the brandy I had for Babinden. Very glad I only bough a small bottle. Turns out brandy is not my favourite liquor but hey ho.



Tomorrow - International Fetish Day - Perverts Wear Purple!

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A Toast!
...to the Raven