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Neural Link…: [(User 1) بيض على الغداء + (User 2) ASKasa]
HAVE FUN ;)
……yoooooo bruh where u at
irl or meta
meta lol
uhh like im with a some guys watchin trudeau eatin lunch why
fucccck thattt lol link to where im at ill send u. Theres gonna be a concert in the bum alley
ok
btw where are you irl rn
fucccck thattt lol link to where im at ill send u. Theres gonna be a concert in the bum alley
i think im in a crackhouse in shefield idk lol im too scared to wake up and check
ioio.//Oneiori North~ transfer!8**7/tpAutumnShahK
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Host: بيض على الغداء
Capital: Charlemagne
Don't say we didn't warn you xD
"Divine Carrots are Lamplights for Brain Fog"
By the No Name Loser1 Who Wastes His Life Singing Propaganda in the Garbage Dump that is ON
Verse I
(Woah, lotta people round here. Must be quite a load on the framework. Haha, migraine for host)
Walking down the old brick road and open’en my eyes….
….Feeling like a broken down boat against the tide
And I look up and see, (mouth on the left sole) look up and see
The very light of the world shining, in me
(synthesizer starts to play minor ascending arpeggio)
Two colors make my day
Two colors make my night
Orange in the sunrays
and sweet, sweet, gold in the moonlight.
Nice funk beat, I’m starting to get into it
And da’ feelin was caused by the carrots, //caused by the carrots2 //.
The carrots were the cause, //the carrots were the cause.3 //
For my whole world, // my whole world4 //,
to drop in freefall, //to drop in freefall5 //
Um, what the fuck?
Verse II
I bless my momma, the carrot's best parrot.
It was she, that turned first and saw
That took the first little veggies, and made the whole world fall
Right out of the hand’s of da’ cursed, into our haul.
And she gave them up high. Blessed by the sky
Who went down in words and said
said?
We don’t take no unrehearsed.
It only takes the righteous.
The righteous of the dirt.
To turn up god’s messenger.
A messenger of home and hearth
(Gabriels’ Trumpet starts to freestyle)
Sighters are da' onobrychis, the verdant pods of life.
Our weak souls, (weak souls), stuck full of knives
Taken by the father, (who is the father) a pimpled star full of spice
The twinkle in the sky, waiting to reduce us twice.
(Guitar riff)
All we need is sight, sight, sight.
Carrots give us sight.
The euphoria of sight, the dysphoria of light
We will inherit, (inherit…inherit) the carrot x4
Verse III
(Ey let's get some food. This shit has outran my interest, it's just stupid equals funny. Unless you plan'on drowning 'em with salt?…Hey, you listen'en to me?)
Now come’on folks,
What do those bee-utiful little orange, little devils help you out with.
What brings us the nectar, the say it, (nectar of dreams)?
Of life, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
They help you awaken your sight.
The all-sight is what grows from the little reddish roots.
The roots he spreads through every hand of the brute.
And the sight comes from down the boots and into your small little kahoots.
(reverberating syncopation from pipe organs and synthesizer)
(The fuck is this, we in church?)
Judicious sprite, righteous blight, divine sight, orange light.
Orange sight, I’m saying it again
(descending tone) Orange sight…orange sight…orange sight
Let it come, my cherubs. So new, and so unaware.
(All instruments swell and cymbal's crash)
(no melody)
Listener's, take out your hand, your paw, your metallic appendage. (take it out6)
And when you take it out, look at your palm
It's all in the digits, the secret of your soul
Each little finger, so full of merit
A 24-karat carrot to repair it
(Ah, damn bro some gold needles or sometin' coming out of your eye…Yo listen, hey man, are you good, why're you moving? Did you come from Xiupania or something, what the hell is wrong with you?…Why did you change your persona?)
(Man, shut the fuck up and listen. I don’t need shitty eyes or limbs here anyway.)
Verse IV
Ol' Charliemagne7: Uhahaha, nice meme. You knoweth, the carrots et all. A did bite fucking silly, but we not be in a cult so who is't knoweth what the hell thy on about.
Dram small snag though, we can't very much beest having thee f'rce-alt'r the models 'r crasheth any hosts. So, I as the capitol cameth to a solution.
¡Attention all users! Holding a new contest starting anon. Any dreameth'r (ghost 'r noncon did include) who is't kills the most fifthists (meta only ofc) acquires a single "Get of Containment Free Card."
Starteth the hunting season!
