
I poke, poke his face
And yet he still ignores me.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Pooooooke.
*i'm not really on drugs.
And if the earth has forgotten you,
Whisper to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water say: I am.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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I can't help on the money thing but if you must have Sealabby goodness right now! I can lend you the box set.
You stay out there and find my HappyCake Oven or die trying. Hear that Stormy? DIE.
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