"He was in needs of legs
to wear,
where trees are
whispering-
laughing to the sun...
eyes to burn-
being green
and still the
grasshoppers song is
unsung...
The bell was rung
and what exists-
the feast of soul,silent:
he is the rust!"
-Doyeet Annahaal








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And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
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doyeet
much appreciated
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Atom Heart
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Nananananana! BAT-CAT!!!! ----> [link]
There is a swarm of bats in the sky.
My reaction: ATTACK MAI MINIONS!!!!! 8D
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doyeet
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doyeet
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