OBLA DI OBLA DA

 

LIFE GOES OOOoooooon...

 

*brings in a goat*

 

 

 

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Pumpkin.

DIAMOOOONDS, ROOOOOSEEEES...

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*wheeze*

I WANNA SCREAM, AND SHOUT, AND LET IT ALL OUT

oh wee oh wee oh wee oh wee oh.

Shpam <3

Lallalalala...

Neon blue liquor that tastes like raspberries, I mean... just. Fascinating.

I'm done with poetry

I'm done with prose

I'm done with dressin up these words in delicate cah-loooothes

OBLA DI OBLA DA

 

LIFE GOES OOOoooooon...

 

*brings in a goat*

 

 

 

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Why do I think that life will NOT be going on for said goat for much longer?

There will be raspberries. Always.

Unextinguishedly undestinguished.

*tiptoes contraclockwise*

BECAUSE THE MUSIC, THE MUSIC, THE MUSIC WON'T BREAK YOUR HEEEAAART

 

OBLA DI OBLA DA

 

LIFE GOES OOOoooooon...

 

*brings in a goat*

 

 

 

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Why do I think that life will NOT be going on for said goat for much longer?

 

 

Because you're Shadow, but don't worry, that's normal :P

 

But it's safe from teh sharks with me. I plan on teaching it ride my bicycle and sing along with all the baa sounds in every single song I know and we shall glide through the Streets Of London chittering happily. It's the beginning of a beaaaooootiful friendship. :)

Oh and it needs a tweed jacket.... and monocle.

But I'm cool with it
So high on the music
So alive, I don't know what to do with it

hyperaction is a wonderful thing

Cos inevitably, what you used to be, will be tainted by the hand of curiousity

Hmm...

>.>

<.<