Fa Cul(l)T Y (A Mad Keane Epic)?

You're not Won Dean, R ya? 1 Dean is a high-ranking official, a pro fussor hoo overseize a spacifuc academic youknit wethin a youneverservemetea, respinsible for the organice & administration of an F

“Neva smile!” can’t be a rainbow honkgonegeese snowwoman re-pleased, brr, re-playced in this sweatering, frowning, brr, sweltering heat, if you or your cull, brr, cool boots sound my UniversitTEA bell, or if I’m wring, wrang, wrung, nica ron, ass your active lava, sheers! Beecause “fa cull TEA” or “fa cool TEA” can be subs-tea-tooted with “sobrrrr deranged cult subtlety”, or any other just King Kong cause, like literally sucking the living hell out of you, using the musical instrument Pi-ANO, of (any non-spiritual form) intercourse, if you poetically know what I mean, wink wink. Cozier, I looser don’t do “pot caste”, I wish I could smoke a podcaster hoo love-books me weed with her rolling ice, nor do I “winter P OD castles”, too hard for my kool sexdrive. Of which laider, drr, laytour, brr, later. Bu bu butt this is insayn … this both sunset and sunrise, at the same time, in the same different place …

No, I’m not a thawed mellow lunatic, some body moonstruck, R ya, much less a cowloon, you impressive photototographer walking in my deep cold tracks, drowning me stuttering in the stunning reflection of a shallow rainbow puddle! Hot, I’m so uncaged, Mad Keane on you musked??? NO (blushing severely)!!! And if we MOW the lawn, err, drr, NO that love is, ass a keen philozoopher I wood just AD or add doorwise that love is the end or AND within a different you like falling sand through my clutching hand, just knowing. You don’t wanna castrate me, though, do you, for that? Oh, you do, Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, thank you, you’re so Cher, so cherished? D f, I Mad Keane am singing XXXcluesievely to you. Peep, sorry, I’m too laid.

Come on my classic nerd glasses, again, instead of me on your pink-bowed hair? You mean like you will pee on my third eye vision? D f, baby, that’s scary, even scarry on my overly sensitive soul! In your amour, brr, armour, for me? Just beecause you’re needed? Just beecause you’re devastatingly phuknee, sin-uous, and beaudyful, Loretta? Bu bu butt Loretta was once an original royal Carian knight, hoo served ass many unsooold copies, err, drr, brr, whoopsigh, ass a personal guard for me! Wgoose, o g, favoured loveweapon was sad or Marquis de Sade Elon Musk defies, said to bee the whealing bow, ass she developed sorceries imitating the power of a greatbow, like my rainbow or something.

Nah, forget it, I Wolf Gang Amadeus Mows Heart don’t do Hong Kong geese, ass a meter or mater of principle! I’m not much of a softea werkore or worker, I bee like a hardcore drone, beau, bow. Kay, unless you roast yourself diliciously to me, illuminaughty! Beecause they say I’m so laid back and said to bee MMMarquis de Sade, soo sad. Nah, he actually copied and pasted from my 51 year-long original LiborTEAn lifestyle. D f, peep, zoorry, too laid. Well, now that you sorta know me, you suspect it’s monsterly true. Am I sorry, for like loving you Sade-ly? You guess it right.

… and so here I come undone, preTEA ordinarily … literally meaning that I’ve lost my Subtract dicomposed composure or self-control. What has either gone not ass planned or has failed in some way, I mean, if I have my splash goggles on? Unbeecause you freak me out with your honking goose charisma. Autographing dirty love, not only your photos, hasn't worked ass expected, though I chai do sign off with latte love, Sade-ly. D f. Peep, sorry, too late.

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You’re not gunna bee XXXploring amorous F F F eelings with a sexy Pi-ANO drill, brr, romantic performance, R ya? I mean, nah, I don’t wanna get shocked by an electrick eel or fucklety something, like 8 hundred phony waltz or subtlety something, brr, volts! Ass I can bee easilly shocked by Pinguin nothing. Am I fucKing stoopitd? Oh, I am, all due to the Pi-ANO, the musical instrument worthy of my Queen, or two wholes of it. Yepee, Mad Keane’s music is kinda haunting & daunting at winter thymes, the mellow-ds, the bleed-ricks, our old-F-ash-ioned dance. D f, peep, too laid.

The epic C-Drama series about star-crossed lovers is worth the binge. Love Between Fairy and Devil. Universally loved for its well-paced storyline and cinematic F-orts, the drama centers on two figurus from opposite sides of a supernatural war, and how their loyalties R tested ass they start to fall for each other. A masterclass of Xianxia storytelling, the show draws much of its star quality from its captivating star-crossed lovers romance, a mixture of Chinese mythology meets Beauty and the Beast meets Persephone and Hades meets Romeo and Juliet.

Ah Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, the Hades and Persephone myth, hell, sweet home, no iPhone or WiFi, thank God, a recycled, unwound, wireless story of Love, Power and The Cycle Of Life, though a lower case, still a capital punishment.

The Future of What is an unrelenting, constructivist masterstroke. The Olympia trio’s signature sound—grinding bass, syncopated drums, and fragmented guitar over measured yelps—ratchets past the thread into a stripped-out metallic slurry. Equal parts noise and adrenaline, the album opens with a simple question: "Where’s your energy?" It’s been 25 years and we’re still searching for the answer.

However, in the potting & casting context of India, the "pot caste" refers to the Kumhar or Kumbhar community, traditionally ass-o-ciated with pottery and earthen-pot making. Though "OD castles" likely refers to castles in the Czech Republic (Czechia), ass "OD", oops, not kidding, my Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, I swear on all the castles I’ve visited there, is a common abbreviation for "Czechia" in some contexts. The Czech Republic is home to numerous castles and chateaux, with some famous examples including Orlík (Little Eagle) Castle, Hluboká (Deep) Castle, and Karlštejn (Charles Stain) Castle. Whoops for real, just infoaming you, my Antarctica honk-gong-geese queen. No? So Queen Elizabeth II at my fricKing I Hong Kong’s fruitcake market: a vegan walk down my bed memory lane? Neither? D meat/meet f! Peep, sorry, too laid.

Over knee socks, stockings so erotic, an anti-frostbite gift for you, warm long socks, sexy lingerie, ha? Not to freeze me to death, brr, my third me, muskself, and eye.

Historically, the caste system in India consisted of four well known categories: Brahmins (priests), Kshatriyas (warriors), Vaishyas (commerce), Shudras (workmen). Some people left out of these four caste classifications were called “outcasts” or “untouchables”, me smoking poddy?, d f, peep, sorry, too laid, no, please no!, and were shunned and ostracized. Soooo phunnnknee!

Ah Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, another of those monumental Ennio Morricone soundtrack pictures of yours I secretly snatched from the troPickle/trophycle/trofickle volcano bushes. You blow me away with your once-in-a-lifetime loveline luxury smile I buy cheap, your pre-grilled Mad Keane bushman, ill-tamponed, err, brr, drr, ill-iPhoned, I mean ill-tempered cowboy, erring broke/token/broken on the rented hard/heart/hurt side, d f. I’m not worth it, pro bubbly. Nopee, I’m not grabbing your culling occult opus, your iron lay F Pi sundine/sunkind/sunshine ass, ANO, the piano, though I’m difeatly an assthronenaughty, reaching for your uplifting soul or hope!

FYI, nectar, rhyming with “Spectre” 007, 008, I shood coerrect dead, is a sugary flyoud secreted by bellucci plants, especially within blooming flowers to encourage pollination by love-bugs and other wild animals, such ass a hipopoteamo. It’s coellackted by shadow bees to make into hONEy within a cloud-encirled sun. Butt also, in my GRRReek and RRRoman sheXXX anthology, it’s the yang dreenk of the gods, yeah, the buryin beaverage, the hellfeast drink of hippies.

After receiving an encrypted message from a sinister organisation, with the help of Madeleine, James Bond sets out to uncover a conspiracy, which reveals an ugly truth about his past.

Butt rowmance is not only about paddling and beeing, zzz zzz zzz. A row is anything saving that's lined up, from the row of stitches on your knitting needle through preTEA bitches to the row of numbers on your spreadshit, shut, shoot, sheet. Row also means a noisy argument, butt when you use it this James way, in my Learn Splash Math Bond it rhymes with me cow, rather than toe, boy!

So I’d better put on my slowed blew it NO SEX mehanic presidential spacecake/spacequake/spacesuit overhauls to make 3 D peace wars rather than complicated giant threesome checkers beds, so that I’m a bit less Mad Keane on you, not to derail from your silk love trails, so to peak, leak, speak, feek! Nah, I’m not Mad Keane on you, brushing the crystal ball odd, err, od’d, I Keane’d mean-t off. Love is … berry berry fickle …

A bounty hunting expedition brings two men together in an uncomfortable alliance while looking for buried treasure. They also battle with a wanted outlaw hoo wants to settle an old score with them. While the meaning of the film is open to interpretation, one take could be that The Good, the Bad and the Ugly characters R all capable of the best and worst of humanity and often ride a fine line of moral ambiguity, a trait that is within all of us. Almost an empty vessel, after having bled too much, he doesn’t talk much, but he shoots a lot, tons of lead, bu bu butt not into anybody’s third eye. D f. Peep, sorry, too laid. Bee bee beecause that wood be too phuknee! Such a weird werd … censored.

Mad Keane musk zoom and snap for sharp, eager, strong, raw interested, enthusiastic, intense, d f.

That I’m Dean Winchester from Supernatural? Nah, brushing the vampiring sketchy OLOVEYA off, back and forth, on and off. Yes, Dean is -- BY FAR -- the bust charactor in the F show! He's smart, brave, loyal (to a fault), self-sacrificing, fuknee, empathetic, and charismatic. He also has an almost-inhuman ability to love, forgive and understand. He reads people and situations very quickly, and is a masterful strategist. Well, to counter the climb, the fall, the claim, my most iconic lines R : "Screw Driver picks the music" and "You know I'm an adorable Loser". Just beecause I wanted to borrow your awesummy-mami-needs-papi Pocahontas lightw8 hardcore skirt, ahem, to better see your knees, phuknees, nothing to do with your Pi-ANO, I swear sinful on the sindrone, brr, ADHD syndrome! D f?

Tolly out of my control, like 110% sexy black layce knee socks, soft micro ribbon knee hi sockeys that R not plucked up, ass yet! Like when you R quickly or suddenly removed from a dangerous or unpleasant situation. Like I the crybaby am plucked from a grim foster home or fucked there, OG! Like your knees or phuknees get sucked into my refined imagination or fucked up mind. D f. Peep, sorry, too laid.

To fan your private arts, kay, unmate. And you winter just brushed me lewdser off and said very very excitedly NO!!! You musk have been kidding me! Hoo woodn’t Oloveya swooned, wink wink, black-eyed??? D f!!!

You're not Won Dean, R you? 1 Dean is a high-ranking official, a pro fussor hoo overseize a spacifuc academic youknit wethin a youneverservemetea, sleeping beauty, respinsible for the organice & administration of an F …

You're not Won Dean, R you? 1 Dean is a high-ranking official, a pro fussor hoo overseize a spacifuc academic youknit wethin a youneverservemetea, sleeping beauty, respinsible for the organeyes & administration of an F …

… fa cult TEA, like a phar phar away billionaire perfume I musk have, only 1 di-part-meant wethin a yor knee ver sí TEA! Musk I see it, them knees, phuknees, not my niece? D f. Dig my MMMarquis de Sade system, bloody kay?

R we really lovebirds? More like love-geese, I guess. And by love, I mean a mild knee intimidation rite.

Oh, I like a g’d set of studied knees on a preTEA woman more than boobs, ass I'm a leg guy in general, amidst another million of female beauty criteria for my video camera shooting feminine starlets, oopsyche, bu bu butt there is something aesthetically appealing about a g’d set of researched knees. While "knees R sexy", difineatlee, is an outrageously subjective statement of mine, some people find them attractive, too, and it's a common topic of flesh discussion in relation to leg fetishism and sexual attraction, focusing on thighs, knees, shins, calves, and ankles, or yes, even uncles. I muskn’t exaggerate, general-ly, err, drr, brr, Lee. D f.

Former N8O general PP, ANO, Petr Pavel, beecums new PResident of Czech Ripublick, d f!!!

A "cult" refers to a disparaging system of you younger leader hoo do not exhibit excessive devotion to me old skool, no matter I’m characterized by unorthodox sindrone practices and actually am a charismatic follower of yours, if you doughnut mind. And if you do, OLOVEYA, please talk to the belonaire hand of Elon Musk, offing the madrfrogurr. D f what?

You musk assk, sis, how I know all that? I just snow-damn know. Hoo doesn’t do whistleblowing nowadays to stay enturdtained, to bee in the infiniTEA loop? Ain’t it even phuknee, yet?

Olivia Rodrigo - vampire (Official Video)

I hate to give the satisfaction, asking how you're doing now
How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?
Just what you wanted
Look at you, cool guy, you got it
I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes
Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise
I loved you truly
Gotta laugh at the stupidity

'Cause I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me, oh
Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire

And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news
You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too
You're so convincing
How do you lie without flinching? (How do you lie, how do you lie, how do you lie?)
Ooh, what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill
Can't figure out just how you do it, and God knows I never will
Went for me, and not her
'Cause girls your age know better

I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you've made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me, oh
Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire

You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?
You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart
I tried you help you out, now I know that I can't
'Cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand

I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me, oh
Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire

I dream you, that yin-yang is shoveling snow in a random park, and idk really why …

Un niño o un adulto, no anciano, con trastorno del espectro autista puede tener intereses, actividades o patrones de comportamiento repetitivos y limitados, e incluso presentar cualquiera de los siguientes signos: Realiza movimientos repetitivos, como balancearse, girar o aletear con las manos. ¿Estás bromeando, en serio?

A child or adult, not elderly, with autism spectrum disorder may have limited, repetitive interests, activities, or behaviOUR patterns, and may even exhibit any of the following signs: They make repetitive movements, such ass rocking, spinning, or flapping their wings. R you faculteasing kidding me?

Sí, me refiero al Trastorno del Espectro Autista (TEA), no cerveza, bebé, una condición neurológica que afecta la forma en que una persona interactúa, se comunica y aprende. Sin una droga, hipopoteamo!

Yes, I'm referring to Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), not a beer, baby, a neurological condition that affects the way a person interacts, communicates, and learns. No LSD, hippie!

Pero siempre hay retos, problemas, cosito & nalga, el piano, para comunicarse e interactuar con los demás, como tener difacultades para comprender las emociones de otras personas. Intereses restringidos y/o comportamientos repetitivos. Problemas para entender qué comportamiento se espera en la escuela, el trabajo u otras áreas de la vida, tal ¿Cómo? Sustrayer, o (no) encontrarse con la Dama de Hierro.

Bu bu butt there R alwass challenges, pro blame us, pi & arse, the Pi-ANO, communicating and interacting with others, such ass diffaculty understanding other people's emotions, restricted interests, and/or ripetitive behaviours, and trouble understanding expected behaviour in school, work, or other areas of life, such arse Subtract, or (not) coming across the Iron Lady.

Nah, I didn’t mean Action Disorganization Syndrome (ADS), an illness which makes a person unable to complete multi-step activities, even those that were previously mastered. This is usually the result of damage to the frontal lobe of the brain which controls logic and curbs impulsive behaviour. Or "Ads psychology" referring to the field that studies how psychological principles R used in advertising to influence consumer behaviour, aiming to create persuasive ads that resonate with audiences by understanding human emotions, cognitive biases, and decision-making processes. Beecause we doughnut consume each other, do we? We don’t, so disorganized! Oh my action goddess ADS, sindroned on, nut off, brr, not off! D f, awwTEA.

Bu bu butt now that I analyze my pregnant monologue, you musk mean ADD, Attention Deficit Disorder, an ambitious or vicious term used for virtuous people hoo have excessive difficulTEAs with concentration without the presence of other ADHD symptoms such ass excessive impulsiveness or hyperactivity. Hooooooooooooooooooo cares, d f!

Dearest Dean, I just love your Pi … Pi … ANO, the instrument, like it’s outstanding really differently in Keane’s amazing love songs. Oh ny, I yay forgot to tell you nay that I musk bee Mad Keane on you, though you don’t believe it, Iron Lady!!! Bu bu butt nah, I’m not dead Mad Keane on you, hoo wood, OBVIOUSLY!!! Ah Musk and his Naazi Welcum E Lone shoot …

A washed-up rapper and a disgraced pianist struggle to rekindle their childhood romance - and musical dreams - while under the thumb of a local mobster. D f?

… changing frequently, especially ass farewell regards to one's loyalties, interests, affection. Like I were a fucking web patron, some notoriously fickle lot, bouncing from one site to another on a ballet trophy whim, d f!!!

Keane - My Shadow (official, fan-made video)

It's time to make a start
To get to know your heart
Time to show your face
Time to take your place

In every speck of dust
In every universe
When you feel most alone
You will not be alone

Just shine a light on me, shine a light
I'll shine a light on you, shine a light
And you will see my shadow on every wall
And you will see my footprint on every floor

It only takes a spark
To tear the world apart
These tiny little things
That make it all begin

Just shine a light on me, shine a light
I'll shine a light on you, shine a light
And you will see my shadow on every wall
And you'll see my reflection in your free fall

Just shine a light on me, shine a light
I'll shine a light on you, shine a light

'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when your hitch your star to mine

We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by

We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by

Hamburg Song

I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved

No, I don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home

I lay myself down
To make it so
But you don't want to know
I give much more than I'd ever ask for

Will you see me in the end
Or is it just a waste of time?
Tryin' to be your friend?
Just shine, shine, shine
Shine a little light
Shine a light on my life
And warm me up again

Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all
You know that it could be so simple

I lay myself down
To make it so
But you don't want to know
You take much more than I'd ever ask for

Say a word or two to brighten my day
Do you think that you could see your way

To lay yourself down
And make it so?
But you don't want to know
You take much more than I'd ever ask for

Bend & Break

When you, when you forget your name
When old faces all look the same
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning, then you'll wake up

If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake

Bitter and hardened heart
Ohh-oh aching, waiting for life to start
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning, then you'll wake up

If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake

If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake

I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake

Keane - A Bad Dream (Official Music Video)

Why do I have to fly
Over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
And you, that I defend, I do not love

I wake up, it's a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby, I'm a man, I was born to hate
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend

I wake up, it's a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind
Wouldn't mind it
If you were by my side
But you're long gone
Yeah, you're long gone now
Yeah

Where do we go?
I don't even know
My strange old face
And I'm thinking about those days
And I'm thinking about those days

I wake up, it's a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind
Wouldn't mind it
If you were by my side?
But you're long gone
Yeah, you're long gone now
Yeah

Keane - The Lovers Are Losing (Official Music Video)

What's up?

I dreamed I was drownin'
In the river Thames
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin

I dreamed I was drifting
On the howlin' wind
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin

Slipped away from your open hands
Into the river
Saw your face looking back at me
I saw my past, and I saw my future

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But any way you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing

I dreamed I was watching
The young lovers dance
I reached out to touch your hair
But I was watching from a distance

We cling to love like a skidding car
Clings to a corner
I try to hold onto what we are
The more I squeeze, the quicker we alter

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But any way you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing

I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing but my own skin)

I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all
(Nothing at all)

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But any way you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
'Cause you don't like the way they seem to be goin'
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But in the final reckoning looks like
The lovers are losing

Keane - Everybody's Changing (Official Music Video)

You say, you wander your own land
But when I think about it, I don't see how you can

You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says Everybody's Changing, and I don't know why

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But Everybody's Changing, and I don't feel the same

You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear, fading into beautiful light
'Cause Everybody's Changing, and I don't feel right

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But Everybody's Changing, and I don't feel the same

So little time
Try to understand that I am
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But Everybody's Changing, and I don't feel the same
Oh, Everybody's Changing, and I don't feel the same

Keane - Phases (Audio)

A plan is a work of art
A house built to fall apart

You're digging for the answers
Crawl across the world to find
There are just more questions
Waiting on the other side

But you're still here
You're bleeding but you're still here

Phases, the motion of our lives
Ages, the rote of changes
Erases the ink before it dries on pages
It's all just phases

We salvage the parts we can
And work on a better plan

Always on the outside
Fingers clinging on so tight
Kicking at the window
Dreaming of a better life

Take what you can
Just got to take what you can

Phases, the motion of our lives
Ages, the rote of changes
Erases the ink before it dries on pages
It's all just phases

And sometimes you feel how good it is
And low tide gives way to high tide
And hard times, we watch them come and go like crazes, it's all just phases

Keane - Silenced By The Night (Official Music Video)

In a city like mine there's no point in fighting
I close my eyes, I see you and me driving
If I am a river, you are the ocean
Got the radio on, got the wheels in motion

We were silenced by the night
But you and I, we're gonna rise again
Divided from the light
I wanna love the way we used to then

I lie in the dark, I feel I'm fallin'
Feel your hand on my back, hear your voice callin' me
I'm out of my depth, girl, stick close to me
Because the people in this town, they look straight through me

We were silenced by the night
But you and I, we're gonna rise again
Divided from the light
I wanna love the way we used to then

'Cause baby, I'm not scared of this world
When you're here
No baby, I'm not scared of this world
When you're here

Oh-oh-oh
You and I, we're gonna rise again
Oh-oh-oh
You and I, we're gonna rise again

We were silenced by the night
But you and I, we're gonna rise again
Divided from the light
I wanna love the way we used to then

Nothing In My Way

A turning tide
Lovers at a great divide
Why do you laugh
When I know that you hurt inside?

And why do you say
It's just another day
Nothing in my way?
I don't want to go
I don't want to stay
So, there's nothing left to say

And why do you lie
When you want to die
When you hurt inside?
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say

A telltale sign
You don't know where to draw the line

And why do you say
It's just another day
Nothing in my way?
I don't want to go
I don't want to stay
So, there's nothing left to say

And why do you lie
When you want to die
When you hurt inside?
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say

Well, for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me
That you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time

For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me
That you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time

Keane - Disconnected (Official Music Video)

Somethings crept in under our door
Silence soaking through the floor
Pinching like a stone in my shoe
Some chemical that's breaking down the glue
That's been biding me to you

Ooh, I feel like I just don't know you anymore
But I've been burned and I've been wrong so many times
We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind

Well I thought that love watched over this house
But you're boarding up the windows now
We've been leaning on each other so hard
Tied so tight we wound up miles apart
Making simple things so hard

Ooh, I feel like I just don't know you anymore
But I've been burned and I've been down so many times
We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind
We've been disconnected somehow
There's an invisible wall between us now
But I've been wrong and I've been down so many times
We walk in circles the blind leading the blind

I see the landscape change before my eyes
The features I've been navigating by
No nothing looks the way it did before
I don't know where to look, or what to look for

I feel like I just don't know you anymore
But I've been burned and I've been down so many times
We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind
We've been disconnected somehow
There's an invisible wall between us now
But I've been wrong and I've been down so many times
We walk in circles, the blind leading the blind
We've been disconnected somehow
There's an invisible wall
Between us now

Can't Stop Now

I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
While I've been stood here
Dithering around

Though I know I said I'd wait around 'til you need me
I have to go
I hate to let you down

But I can't stop now
I've got troubles of my own
'Cause I'm short on time
I'm lonely, and I'm too tired to talk

I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
While I've been stuck here
Withering away

Though I know I said I wouldn't leave you behind
But I have to go
It breaks my heart to say

That I can't stop now
I've got troubles of my own
'Cause I'm short on time
I'm lonely, and I'm too tired to talk

To no one back home
I've got troubles of my own
And I can't slow down for no one in town
And I can't stop now

And I can't slow down for no one in town
And I can't stop now for no one

The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running

Keane - Sovereign Light Café (Official Music Video)

I'm going back to a time when we owned this town
Down Powdermill Lane in the battlegrounds
We were friends and lovers and clueless clowns

I didn't know I was finding out how I'd be torn from you
When we talked about things we were gonna do
We were wide-eyed dreamers and wiser too

We'd go down to the rides on East Parade
By the lights of the Palace Arcade
And watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café

I'm begging you for some sign
But you've still got nothing to say
Don't turn your back on me, don't walk away
I'm a better man now than I was that day

Let's go down to the rides on East Parade
By the lights of the Palace Arcade
And watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café

Let's go down to the bandstand on the pier
Watch the drunks and the lovers appear
To take turns as the stars of the Sovereign Light Café

I wheel my bike off the train
Up the North Trade Road
And look for you on Marley Lane
In every building, in every street sign
Oh, why did we ever go so far from home?

Well, you got nothing to hide
You can't change who you really are
You can get a big house and a faster car
You can run away, boy, but you won't go far

Let's go down to the rides on East Parade
By the lights of the Palace Arcade
And watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café

Let's go down to the bandstand on the pier
Watch the drunks and the lovers appear
To take turns as the stars of the Sovereign Light Café

Sha la la la la la la la ay, yeah
I'm going where the people know my name

Keane - Love Too Much (Lyric Video)

Only want to say
That I gave it all I had
That I felt afraid
And I didn't step back
Whether right or wrong
I did everything with love
Felt it all
Gave it all
Drank it all

And we make mistakes
And they make us what we are
And we jump right in
And throw open our hearts
And we catch a glimpse of something magical
Want it all
Take it all
Got it all

Then we love too much, or we push too hard
Or we fly too high, or we go too far
For a moment I was all that you could see
For a moment I was all that I could be
And nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me

And our purest dreams
Steal something from our lives
They can only live
Because something else dies
But they lift us up
And they make us walk so tall
Got it all
Got it all
Got it all

Then we love too much, or we push too hard
Or we fly too high, or we go too far
For a moment I was all that you could see
For a moment I was all that I could be
And nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me

And the purest dreams
Well, they make us feel so high
When you're falling down
Is when you feel most alive
Whether right or wrong
You do everything with love
Feel it all
Give it all
Drink it up

Then we love too much, or we push too hard
Or we fly too high, or we go too far
For a moment I was all that you could see
For a moment I was all that I could be
And nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me
Nothing can take that away from me

On A Day Like Today

On a day like today
I looked at you and I
Saw something in the way
You stared into the sky

I saw you were sick and tired
Of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you

But I could never seem to say
The things I needed to
On a day like today
No other words would do

I saw you were sick and tired
Of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you

But I can never find the words to say
And I don't know why

I can't find the words to say
And I don't know why
I can't find the words to say
And I don't know why
I can't find the words to say
And I don't know why

And I don't know why
And I don't know why
And I don't know why

I saw you were sick and tired
Of my wrong turns
If you only knew the way I feel
I'd really love to tell you

But I can never find the words to say
And I don't know why
I can't find the words to say
And I don't know why

Olivia Rodrigo - All I Want (Official Video)

I found a guy, told me I was a star
He held the door, held my hand in the dark
And he's perfect on paper, but he's lying to my face
Does he think that I'm the kinda girl who needs to be saved?

And there's one more boy, he's from my past
We fell in love, but it didn't last
'Cause the second I figure it out, he pushes me away
And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway
And I say that I'm through but this song's still for you

All I want is love that lasts
Is all I want too much to ask?
Is it something wrong with me?
All I want is a good guy
Are my expectations far too high?
Try my best, but what can I say?
All I have is myself at the end of the day
Shouldn't that be enough for me? Ooh

And I miss the days when I was young and naive
I thought the perfect guy would come and find me
Now happy ever after, it don't come so easily

All I want is love that lasts
Is all I want too much to ask
Is it something wrong with me? Oh
All I want is a good guy
Are my expectations far too high?
Try my best, but what can I say?
All I have is myself at the end of the day
And all I want is for that to be okay

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should've stayed on the farm
I should've listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

So goodbye, yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plow

Back to the howling old owl in the wood
Hunting the horny-back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

What do you think you'll do then?
I bet they shoot down the plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

So goodbye, yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plow

Back to the howling old owl in the wood
Hunting the horny-back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Keane - The Way I Feel (Official Music Video)

Well, they said; you were a bright child
Never anything but joy behind your eyes
No sign of all the dark clouds
Spreading like volcanic dust over your blue skies

Now they're looking for an answer
Where'd the rot set in and set off the landslide?
But it only makes it worse now
You're like a puzzle to be worked out

And it's the voices in your head now
Saying; there's something wrong about
The way I feel
A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel

And it's not what you expected
The way the world you built loves to cut you down
The way your head gets twisted
And you sit up all night trying to figure it out

And they say; you've made your bed now
Don't you see you've brought it on yourself?
And they say that you should move on
But you can't even get your shoes on

And it's the voices in your head now
Saying; there's something wrong about
The way I feel
A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel

It doesn't matter what you say now
It's like some vision in the stars
That seems so real
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel

And everyone else
Has got things sorted out
You stand on the edge
Talking to yourself
Yeah, you're left behind
All tangled up inside

And it's not what you expected
The way your head gets twisted
And it's the voices in your head now
(And it's the voices in your head now)

And it's the voices in your head now
Saying; there's something wrong about
The way I feel
A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheel

It doesn't matter what you say now
It's like some vision in the stars
That seems so real
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel

The way I feel
It's like some vision in the stars
That seems so real
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel

Keane - Atlantic (Video) (Video)

I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

And if I need anything at all

I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken

I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where
I can lay my head
Cos now the room is spinning
The day's beginning

Keane - Crystal Ball (Official Music Video)

Who is the man I see
Where I'm supposed to be?
I lost my heart, I buried it too deep
Under the iron sea.

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball,
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful,
Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Lines ever more unclear,
I'm not sure I'm even here,
The more I look the more I think that I'm
Starting to disappear.

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball,
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful,
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song,
I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong,
So put me where I belong.

I don't where I am,
And I don't really care,
I look myself in the eye,
There's no one there.
I fall upon the earth,
I call upon the air,
But all I get is the same old vacant stare.

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball,
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful,
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song,
I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong,
So put me where I belong.

Love Is The End

Now is the time of our comfort and plenty
These are the days we've been working for
Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us
No, nothing goes wrong anymore

Singing a song with your feet on the dashboard
The cigarette streaming into the night
These are the things that I want to remember
I want to remember you by

It won't come again
'Cause love is the end
Oh no, my friend
Love is the end

I took off my clothes and I ran to the ocean
Looking for somewhere to start anew
And when I was drowning in that lonely water
All I could think of was you

Whoa, my friend
Love is the end
So lets not pretend
'Cause love is the end

Take it back, don't let it die
Or rage again the fallen night
'Cause I still do, depend on you
So don't say those words, you wrung me through

Whoa, oh oh
Love is the end
So lets not pretend
'Cause love is the end

And so I tread the only road
The only road I know
Nowhere to go, but home
Nowhere to go
Maybe our time is up
But still you can't look back
But all the principles of love
Don't say those words
Don't say those words
Don't say those words
Don't say those words

Remember this cute little story about a princess star fairy named Sparkle hoo lives up in the clouds in Castle WishStar? Her job is to grant wishes to children when they wish upon a star. Bu bu butt lately she has been overwhelmed by the increasing number of wishes being made. So she assks for help and receives not one bu bu butt five new star fairy helpers named True Love, Whisper, Jazz, Spice, and Nightsong. Ass the ready-culo-s story goes on, we meet a little girl (voice of Dr you Bury more, I couldn’t care less) hoo is upset bu bu butt cannot think of a wish to make her happy. How embarra-s-sing!

Olivia Rodrigo - love is embarrassing (Official Lyric Video)

I told my friends you were the one
After I'd known you, like, a month
And then, you kissed some girl from high school

And I stayed in bed for, like, a week
When you said space was what you need
Waited by my phone like a goddamn fool

And now, it don't mean a thing
God, love's fuckin' embarrassing
Just watch as I crucify myself

For some weird second string
Loser who's not worth mentioning
My God, love's embarrassing as hell

And I consoled you while you cried
Over your ex-girlfriend's new guy
My God, how could I be so stupid?

You found a new version of me
And I damn near started World War III
Jesus, what was I even doin'?

'Cause now, it don't mean a thing
God, love's fuckin' embarrassing
Just watch as I crucify myself

For some weird second string
Loser who's not worth mentioning
My God, love's embarrassing as hell

I give up, give up, I give up everything
I placed my bets and it's not worth anything
I give up, give up, but I keep comin' back for more

Yeah, it don't mean a thing
God, love's fuckin' embarrassing
Just watch as I crucify myself, hey, hey, hey

For some weird second-string
Loser who's not worth mentioning
My God, love's embarrassing as hell, yeah, yeah

I give up (ah), give up, I'll give up everything (ah-ha)
I'm plannin' out my wedding with some guy I'm never marryin'
I'm givin' up, I'm givin' up, but I keep comin' back for more

Dean, in boring ma-chining, like boring a hole, musk haul for distraction, disarmament, dissatisfaction, disruption, dissimilar, disappointment, discernment, disquiet, distance … your boring Fan, my boring Fave, our boring F … d f …

So, after downing literally melons of gallons of grin, err, drr, brr, green tea during my sporting lifetime hustle, if I undiestand the Pi-ANO artistick bustle concept coerectly, Fuck Cult TEA musk bee a fuc-king grewPi of universi-tea di-partments concerned with a major ANOrexic di-vision of knowleague or an inherent mental or physical powerade, rite? D f? Yep, d f. Peep, sorry, too laid.

Sometimes difficulty in religious or irreligious life or love is more like “de Sade subtlety faculty”, however “fucklety” that critical gift seems to bee, just knowing d f.

A doughnut, ANO, is a tyPi of pass-try made from leavened fried so called “us”, often ring-shaped with a hole in the center, and cummonly enjoyed ass a sweet treat. BUTT an individual hoom is extremely stewPid, lacks intelligence and common sense. Like an amateurish idiot, a mild insult that is of89ten used in the commercial photography work spaces of our souls, d f. Somebody hoo does something incredibly stoooopitd, like playing the Pi-ANO solemnly with only one hand, ah, you sexy snowed wish I had two, which muskn’t bee us, oui, Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, me?

In Czech, ass a matter of pure royalty fact, ANO means YES, lol, nut trying to convince you, just infoaming you OLOVEYA, if you doughnut mind, or want it powdered. D fagain, over and over fagain?

Please don’t muskake Pi ass in YES, ANO, for Pee, playing the hard ball, Iron Lady! Sometimes “wild love straw or strawberry” is not what it seems.

Tell me, Olivia Dean, Won, OLOVEYA snowwoman, Dean, Heart Dean, d f, wethin the U knit VER sea TEA consext, hooooo doesn’t loooooooove the Pi-ANO? Ya wanna keep me your Mad Keane loser 4Eva? Just beecause I pose ass a goosebu(m)p precursor to high anarchism in that I M Libortarian in my desire 4U to expand human freedom and contemplayt an anxiety, err, society without loves, brr, lows, drr, laws.

I re-Pi-t, in Czech, ANO means YES, nut trying to convince you, just infoaming you OLOVEYA, if you doughnut mind, or want it a la lava anarchy ass a hippie or hipopoteamo. D f. Peep, sorry, too laid.

Experience the moving tale of a strange yet familiar woman and her lifelong love bond with a magnificent wolf ass they embark on a thrilling adventure through a rapidly dying world. Their rare relationship evolves ass they learn heart together and apart, doing whatever it takes to survive and perhaps even make a new home dubbed Neva.

ANO, I re-Pea, "knees R sexy" is subjective to the happy-go-lucky-fucky blown-away guy, you read me like a softcore porn book, yep, hoo bitter-sweetly blasted Wagner and Cradle Of Filth, cough cough, two-three dickhades ago ass a ridden pensive yang lead poet. Excuse you, that it wasn’t you well versed back then? Sure, no problemma, bee my guest, how generous of you, err, brr, me! The Ride of the Valkyries is the pop-U-alarme name of the prelude to the thirst scene of the third and lust act of Die Walküre, the sexond of the four epic music dramas that constitute the operatic cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen, composed by stone cold Richard Wagner. D f!

Ah, the Ring of the Nibelung! I was into that my-theology stuff. The eve of the RING is reserved for mythical figures: Gods, dwarves and giants open the struggle for power that will later also determine the fate of mankind. See, no matter what you and I d f think, the playing Pi-ANO is alwass present, even in the theatrical dramatization above. It’s fucking quintessential, the played Pi-ANO!

The Valkyries R Wotan's daughters. Wotan is a name for Odin, the supreme god, meaning 'lord of frenzy', or 'leader of the possessed'. At the beginning of Act III of Die Walküre the Valkyries R gathered on a mountaintop, collecting slain heroes to take to Valhalla.

Valhalla, in Norse mythology meaning "hall of the slain", is a great hall in Asgard, the realm of the gods, where Odin, the god of war and death, welcomes the souls of slain warriors hoo died nobly in battle.

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, is a professionally photogenic, preTEA childish condition that affects our behaviours. Oui with ADHD musk seem restless, musk have trouble concentr8ting, and musk act on impulse, like BS, Benjamin Shipton, that is, having written a bestseller book, DRONED, to sacrifice our d f honour, singing in the shower like some good pi-ANO diarrhea orchestra.

Whether your knees R sexier than all those I’ve known is definitely an Ennio Morricone soundtrack matter of personal oblivion, brr, opinion, which leaves me speachless, impeached, speechless. It's important to note that the knee joint is a compleXXX and essential p-art of the human body, playing a crucial S role in movement and stability. The knee joint, located between the thigh and lower leg bones, allows for bending, straightening, and rotation of the leg during … err … err … I forgot, see, TEA, beecause I heaven’t seen your knees properly, I’ve done only lousy research on them, forget about your Pi-ANO, much less. And peaches. Not beaches, d f.

A peach, d f, is a sweet, juicy fruit with a fuzzy, edible sKeane, ass mad ass a raped, err, great, I mean ripe pea, a hard pit (stone) in the middle, and yellow flesh, grown on a tree in temperate climaxes, brr, climates. It’s not peace & laugh d f, it’s peach & love, Mucksell sweetie nectar baby! D f. Peep, sorry, too laid.

Nonetheless, I’m a Mad Keane expert in knee link, Starlink Mini Me. Knee link is often ass-o-ciated with respect, deference, and humility in various cultours and comesexts. In mine, kneeling is a lava foreplay technique. Whereas Starlink Mini Me is a compact, portable kid that can easily fit in your backpack, dizined to provide high-speed, low-latency internet on the ready-culo-S go, your go, seriously. Fucking P Lug & P Lay!!!

You just plug me in and you’re all set for the ultimate XXXperrydance of boredom destruction with me de-constructed assthronenaughty into space, a space less culinary and so much more than ordinary plueggplay. You’re not rolling your bored arse in the snow, supernaturally, R ya excited OLOVEYA?

Beecause I’m a kind assthronenaughty NASA captures Yin-Yang crater on Turkey's Mount Nemrut, d f.

So prow bubbly, the "yin yang hole" prolly refurrs to the s mole, contrasting-colour dots within the yin and yang swirls of the yin-yang sinballing, re-presenting the s eed of the opPisite farce of knees or knitting within each, ANO! Oh, this howling wolfie is not very fa fa fa knee, though I’m a bit honk kong goose-joking to make you smile, or perhaps even laugh, but difinitelly not cry! D f. Peep, sorry, too laid.

Cuddless, wanna blow me, the good, the bad, and the ugly? Blow me only if you doughnut mind, Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, beecause you know that I prefer the Pi-ANO di-erected by LS, Leone Sergio. Shoot you, honey? Do I look like a fucking spectre bond with a ridiculous tie surrounded by horny fine babes? You’re not even blushing, d f, bloody hell!

F like love musk stand and fall for … fockle, brr, FICKLE, which, like you, gives me the creepiest goosebumps all over my heart ass I crawl out of my Buddha meditation nutshell into your pining Secret Garden! Not like Alice in Wonderland, bu bu butt more like Alice in Chains, yeah. D f. Peep, sorry, too laid.

A rationalizing Cinderella story between Ha Ji-won, a stuntwoman, and Kim Joo-won, a high-end dipartmeant store CEO. Like OLOVEYA Won Dean & I, paddled by a rainbow one in two musk feel.

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Ah, you’re so special to me special forces melted, my star fairy. Just to stand on your open deck, just letting the wind soak us in. It’s beecum our kinda happy place, a honk kong geese spot where we can unwind and reflect! And still eat some "roast goose" which is in Cantonese 燒鵝 siu4 a5, fuck, Mucksell sweetie nectar baby, a beeloved dish, a puzzling staple of Kuntonese cuisine known for its crispy skin and juicy, tender meat, often served with plum sauce. Oops! S special S dark chocolate candy with zero sugar, soo zoo me.

Pi Ass : To iron my Wolf Gang Amadeus Mows Heart bed reputation, you Iron Lady look so comfy, so hot, so chai in the snow, “neva” trance-lays ass snow in asspaikneesh, for your irony laybc disinformation or Pi-nformation, ANO, the piano, with your knees shaking, crossed! Beecause you neva serve me TEA, University faculty! Don’t you have the pollination fucklety, the make-honey abeelity? U fooking do! You’re not Mad at ahmazing Keane or anything, write? Gotta pee? Help yourself through me out-burney, so regrettable & heartbreaking, that my loving teacher just about peed herself laughing, beecause, bzzzzzzz, loving me, yeah, right, sure … that I delusional student gave her only A+ for her artistick, autistic job performance, balls-blowing Esmily-Dickinson-like row mance, our unpredicktable twists and turns …

…the Neva river is the main waterway of St. Petersburg, wgoose downtown paradise is situated along its banks and across the islands of its broad delta. Whatdya tink, Wendy, Esmily? Hear now here your exhausted/exhausting/exhaustive unholy gangstour Peet@df, petering out! The S & Pi plumber-engineered phrase "peter out", or "petered out", signifies a gradual diincline or dissipation of something, leading to a weak or eventual end. Blame it all on the Pi-ANO TEA, honkgonegeese aussie, err, autie, brr, d f auntie!

Ah this enigmatic brilliance of so culled Dickinson Emily and her cool Pioetry and my motivational Milky Way ANO masterPi-eced, bite by bite, brr, bit by bit, frostbitten! One of her most famous poems “Because I Could Not Stop For Death” is yet another dreamy winter landscape/soulescapade ode to her philosophy of the finality of death. Dickinson's lucid portrayal of the end of life, ass captured in a drive down the countryside in a carriage, is both haunting and serene. Dickinson's preoccupation with death, along with transcendentalism, also results from her obsession, which is greatly contributed by the life experiences she has with death, including loss of her family, mentors and close friends.

Dear Esmily musk bee a little coo coo, me professor Dixie thinks. Me hooo? Me tooo? A burning, brr, yearning pro fussor hoo overseize a spacifuc academic youknit wethin a youneverservemetea, respinsible for the organice & administration of an F, my mundane university faculty.

EliAcoustic Fussor 3D is made of high-density EPS. Its complex three-dimensional geometry allows sound to be reflected in multiple directions and angles of reflection. From the depth of the cavities, to the angle of the surfaces, everything has been designed for the highest level of acoustic diffusion. EliAcoustic Fuser 3D has been designed to operate in the frequency range between 630 Hz and 10.000 Hz. Its modular geometry allows the installation of several diffusers together, forming a large acoustic diffuser. WOW!

Did you know, you musk, that “Love Between Fairy and Devil” Pilays into the opposites attract trope, ANO, yes? Orchid appears to bee a sweet, if a bit naive, seemingly, fairy often in pink, airy clothes, more concerned with attracting the attention of her beeloved Chang Heng than any power struggles. Meanwhile, cast ass her visual opposite in menacing dark attires, the ominous Dongfang Qingcan is portrayed ass the power-hungry and emotionally frozen combatant hoo rolls his eyes at Orchid’s frivolous and romantic nature of ice.

ANO, yes, you R a complex flower, showy, bizarrely shaPi-ed, having a large specialized lip, labellum, fuck, baby, and a spur. Yeah, orchids do. It’s no wonder you occur to me in the volcanic jungle, especially ass an ePifight in tropical forests down here. Bu bu butt everybody nose that you’re valuable as a hothouse plant of so many colours, so many shades of rainbow, not more than two pairs of lips to kiss, F so many meanings, all at once, just like my Fa cult TEA mind running in all directions at once, nonetheless. D f. Peep, sorry, too laid. That’s why I’m soo Mad Keane on you Orchid, not kidding, true!

So whistleblown, err, brr, snow den, snowwoman, if you got here phukneeless or knee-dressed, to this very very “neva smile” picture, Dean Heart, you musk bee staring epically Mad Keane on me car, brr, lovepet overstretched, culled, perhaps occult, or my cool white shadow steeped in you … D f. Peep, sorry, been keen on 2 laid. Or just too late, yeah. We’re Mad Keane roast. Dead.

FYI, orchids grow on every continent except Antarctica. Their flowers R highly evolved and incredibly showy with blooms that lust weeks to months. ANO, yes, orchids R divided into two categories: ePiphytic, which anchor themselves to other plants, and terrestrial orchids, which grow in the ground on top of a lay-err of moss. I fucKing told you Queen, with my nerd “yin-yang Snowden avatar stare”!

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Musk sound fame-liar, right, Loretta??? No!!! Won-g, won-g, won-g!!! lol D f, peep, I’m a too laid system, a clear loser de Sade, soo laid back, soo LiborTEAn, zoorry nut zoorry. Wondering if I can ever change my original way of thinking if there R so many copies left.

What wood I give you except these chilling Mad Keane songs if this lovelife were only sweet and not pain in the snow, Mucksell sweetie nectar baby? Shood I love-book you with my rolling skates on your ice, brr, with my rolling eyes? D f, peep, not sorry, too late, too laid.