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someone who swoops it up, bamboozles them,
to go" who dilly" and bamboozle someone
PAUL WELLER WAS SHOCKED FROM BEHIND IN A FAMILY FILM CALLED HORTON HEARS A WHO!
PAUL WELLER FROM HORTON HEARS A WHO!
IS THIS
gary: hey frank black of pixies!, HOW DO YOU FEEL?
frank black of pixies: OH HI GARY!, I FEEL LIKE HORTON HEARS A WHO! SCENE 26:46:3.!.
When everyone and their mother can tell you have feelings for someone and they clearly have them back but you're both too scared to admit it so you're stuck in that awkward "idk if we're talking" stage.
"Yeah, Ryan is definitely your boo who ain't your boo until he finally grows a pair to admit he likes you."
"Jake is your boo who ain't your boo cause you're too dang scared to tell him you like him."
What I call homo-sapiens who are addicted to abscesses.
Person 1: Are you addicted to abscesses?
Person 2: Yes.
Person 1: I am the big bear who killed Michael Hitchcock, call me "Messenger Add Oak".
Morse Code Was Invented For Individuals Who Want Participations Trophies Alongside The Five W's And 1 H's
Morse Code Was Invented For Individuals Who Want Participations Trophies Alongside The Five W's And 1 H's
Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
The Saint Who Fell
I hate Xiujuan i am your senior who loves going to school back. My age is 24 or 25 years old. That’s all.
I hate Xiujuan i am your senior who loves going to school back. My age is 24 or 25 years old. That’s all.