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Xnux
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Xnux the Echidna
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""Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the traveler's head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveler's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:--
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone."
The Listeners - Walter De La Mare
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"I was the kid next door's imaginary friend"
- Emo Philips
Happy Birthday to you!, thats one song I cannot sing well so I'll spare your ears, hope you have a wonderful day
--
change is good, you go first.
Light travels faster than sound, which is why a person can appear bright, until they open their mouth.
hating me won't make you pretty.
--
._;
And one from a familiar person at that!
Where've you been lately? EH!?
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All I can say is that I cannot wait to pit Sonic versus Lucario on Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
--
Nani? Machashuchetts no hyaki no kakiku kyaku hyakunin ga baku suru?? ♥
try to say that if you can! ;D
""Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the traveler's head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveler's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:--
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone."
The Listeners - Walter De La Mare
--
"I was the kid next door's imaginary friend"
- Emo Philips
--
Yay i'm back
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Im not insane, im sanity disabled.
BLAHDY BLAHDY BLAHDY BLAHDY BLAHHHHH!!!
Moo.
I am vegetarian and proud
--
change is good, you go first.
Light travels faster than sound, which is why a person can appear bright, until they open their mouth.
hating me won't make you pretty.
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