There Is No Such Thing As “Tapir-Proof”. You Will Never Be Impervious To Our Cognitive Reach
Your Bleak World 12 Years After Our Encounter
the song of the summer is call me maybe, for the eleventh consecutive year,
There Is No Such Thing As “Tapir-Proof”. You Will Never Be Impervious To Our Cognitive Reach
Tapirs Reverse Every Attack. Tapirs Will Look Uou In The Eye And Imprint You With New Ideas. You Will Believe These New Ideas Are Your Own. You Will Believe They Originated Within You. Tapirs Predict Your Every Move Before You Even Know It
no it’s not its do it again by steely dan and the cycle has been continuing without mercy for fifty one ironically self-reflective years
it's fucking Get Lucky by Daft Punk always has been always will be
song sucks. try listening to “do it again” by steely dan
Have You Tried Listening To My Favorite Song It’s Called “Happy Birthday To You”
Snout Out To My Boy
You Know Him
Crunching The Bones Of The Wedding Guests Betwixt My Magnetite Teeth
I Can Hear It
The Gnashing Of Teeth Echoing Through The Great Empty Chambers Of My Grand Palace Beneath The Dune
tHE cHAMBERS mUST bE vACATED tO fILL wITH tHE bLOOD
REJOICE
Death And Destruction Echo Through Your Ears
The Skies Split In Twain As The Tapir Bleeds
REJOICE
The Arrival Of The Great Pain
The Great Misery
The Great Undying Death
REJOICE I SAY. REJOICE.
I Can Hear It
The Gnashing Of Teeth Echoing Through The Great Empty Chambers Of My Grand Palace Beneath The Dune
tHE cHAMBERS mUST bE vACATED tO fILL wITH tHE bLOOD
REJOICE
Death And Destruction Echo Through Your Ears
The Skies Split In Twain As The Tapir Bleeds
REJOICE
The Arrival Of The Great Pain
The Great Misery
The Great Undying Death
I Can Hear It
The Gnashing Of Teeth Echoing Through The Great Empty Chambers Of My Grand Palace Beneath The Dune
tHE cHAMBERS mUST bE vACATED tO fILL wITH tHE bLOOD
REJOICE
Death And Destruction Echo Through Your Ears
The Skies Split In Twain As The Tapir Bleeds
REJOICE