Ph33r ME11

The Insect PrinceUpon the searing desert sands, The regal ebon beetle stands. Optics faced the sun's descent. Setting arrow on string, Taking aim, letting arrow sing. He will take what he gets. Over the sand it will skim, Landing where the horizon dims. Perhaps he shall let this one get away, Save for tomorrow what's not done today.The Insect Prince
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Gorillaz is awesome.
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Please bear with me, I'm gonna try to comment on everyone's awesome work from the past 4 months, so don't mind me when you get like 30 messages from me.
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