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Nothing beside remains. 📌
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accurate representation of my brain
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What if I start dumping my unfiltered autistic thoughts in the comments of a completely random darflen post
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is this still broken
edit: yes it is!
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Nothing beside remains.
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#nightymorning
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November 26->27
> "we have nothing to report LOL"
give me stupid sentences with no reasoning/context (erratic > inappropriate in this scenario, it's about logicless humour, not crude jokes) and i'll rate then
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I'm gonna have to learn braille for when Jamie goes blind from daylight mode
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i have a picture of mrmeems' face
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They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.
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