brings you the latest craze in Wordsworth studies: rap induced frolics mid the daffodils
, apparently led by those Furries that Karl used to post about. I can think of no better blending of urban aesthetics with the pastoral sublime. Indeed, I am strangely moved to a poetic emission:I wandered lonely as a nut crazed mammal
O'er the sea and o'er the channel
I strive to be Worsdworthian cool
Furry and vital: believe it, fool!
I said yo.
Since when does "once" = used to?
I can barely articulate how happy this video made me.
That is pretty d0pe.
This critter don't hold a candle to the Chaucer rapper:
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