Epic poetry always makes me think of sleep.
O Homo Tree! O Homo Tree! Much pleasure thou can'st give me; O Homo Tree! O Homo Tree! Much pleasure thou can'st give me; How often has the Homo tree Afforded me the greatest glee! O Homo Tree! O Homo Tree! Much pleasure thou can'st give me
Rantziensapien.
The homo tree?
Finally, somebody who understands me.
YEAH TAKE THAT YOU smurfING HOMO TREE!
I'd buy you fists if you wanted me to.
no u
You EMO fag.
But now it's on a new page so I guess I'm just pointing at me and hating myself now.