1 pts ยท April 8, 2013
At first I thought that looked like a highway in Tampere, until I read the title, I was sure it is ????
And tells how the cognac was swifted away.
And on cold dank midnights in August he peeks, out of the shutters.. and sometimes he speaks.
There he makes his own clothes out of miff muffed moof.
You won't see the onceler, don't knock on his door. He stays in his lurkem on top of his store. He lurks in lurkem, cold under the roof.
The old onceless still lives there. Ask him, he knows.
#goals
At first I thought that looked like a highway in Tampere, until I read the title, I was sure it is ????
And tells how the cognac was swifted away.
And on cold dank midnights in August he peeks, out of the shutters.. and sometimes he speaks.
There he makes his own clothes out of miff muffed moof.
You won't see the onceler, don't knock on his door. He stays in his lurkem on top of his store. He lurks in lurkem, cold under the roof.
The old onceless still lives there. Ask him, he knows.
#goals