<---- You know you'd tap that. When you get a thrill from almost colliding with a skateboarder, you know you're deprived. I wrote yet another poem today, this time in English. It goes as follows:
Maybe I do want you to find my star
however dim and shyly hidden
behind clotted clouds of chortled mist
ah, but you don't know me--
my own skin doesn't know me
soul of a bride--
mind of a hermit--
ship me off, please--to Pluto with Pikachu
however dim and shyly hidden
behind clotted clouds of chortled mist
ah, but you don't know me--
my own skin doesn't know me
soul of a bride--
mind of a hermit--
ship me off, please--to Pluto with Pikachu
Finally, I found my favorite animal. It's been sitting there in front of my face since I was five. I love toads.
Nothing epic like wolves or rhinoceroses. Toads.
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