Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Smother the blades of the moon ,

And wallow in the craters of grass .

Come indulge your inquisitive fluff ,

Of burnt sage, and a forest of bygones .

I'll show you the way and sew up your heart ,

As the distorted lights move in .

Click your heels to get the devils in line ,

And applaud that reality's just the accumulation of omnious prophecies come to life .




O.R. is served with a little copypasta


8 comments:

  1. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

    oh btw whats O.R.

    isn't it OC?



    inb4 moar

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  2. o.r. = original recipe

    =)

    and what's oc?

    tits or GTFO

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  3. OC = Original Content
    Look out for it on /b/ heheheh~~~~


    er.

    ( . Y . )
    \ /
    / v \

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  4. WTF tits looked right when I typed it :~(

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  5. buruk .

    OR with a sprinkle of copypasta is OR with a sprinkle of copypasta

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  6. oh and back to the kitchen pls.
    make me a manwich

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  7. you can make a tastier one yourself.

    no moar.

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