I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me.
in another thread, this user writes: my name is Dog, and wen its tea, i hope they giv sum foode to me - i hope they shair befor its gon - they never do. i dont get non. :( and then replies to their own comment: my name is Cow, and this is tru - my caynine frend, its up to yu. so just be brayve and smart insted - and be like me. i lik the bred.
First of all how dare you
Lik the bred is my new carpe diem

















