Oh! Free Me And The Terrible Rabbits From The Liquid Faces!

Run for your armpits under your knees! They are all people who have become frightened by the light, therefore we must usher them through the maze into the effervescence.

Only in the truth do the misty mountains breathe the fire of their green colours and rounadbout ways of becoming less certain of the clouds that grasp their chriping as they fade, fade, fade.

By the time of the Turtle Moon, the deeds shall cease as the dancing begins. Oh, free me! Free me! Take the Sun, the Star, the Moon! We all are partner to the wildest walk as the butter melts into the deserted pan of fricative fission.

Park it.

😑

😱 I choosed the Sold to the sun one........I dont know why though!

😕 I think I did anyway.....

Lardle larkin' it!

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Run for your armpits under your knees! They are all people who have become frightened by the light, therefore we must usher them through the maze into the effervescence.

Only in the truth do the misty mountains breathe the fire of their green colours and rounadbout ways of becoming less certain of the clouds that grasp their chriping as they fade, fade, fade.

By the time of the Turtle Moon, the deeds shall cease as the dancing begins. Oh, free me! Free me! Take the Sun, the Star, the Moon! We all are partner to the wildest walk as the butter melts into the deserted pan of fricative fission.

Park it.

I totally agree.

Run for your armpits under your knees! They are all people who have become frightened by the light, therefore we must usher them through the maze into the effervescence.

Only in the truth do the misty mountains breathe the fire of their green colours and rounadbout ways of becoming less certain of the clouds that grasp their chriping as they fade, fade, fade.

By the time of the Turtle Moon, the deeds shall cease as the dancing begins. Oh, free me! Free me! Take the Sun, the Star, the Moon! We all are partner to the wildest walk as the butter melts into the deserted pan of fricative fission.

Park it.

what have you been smoking? 😐

But then Gollum and the the evil ork crept up and slipped away with her!

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Run for your armpits under your knees! They are all people who have become frightened by the light, therefore we must usher them through the maze into the effervescence.

Only in the truth do the misty mountains breathe the fire of their green colours and rounadbout ways of becoming less certain of the clouds that grasp their chriping as they fade, fade, fade.

By the time of the Turtle Moon, the deeds shall cease as the dancing begins. Oh, free me! Free me! Take the Sun, the Star, the Moon! We all are partner to the wildest walk as the butter melts into the deserted pan of fricative fission.

Park it.