This word reminds me of...

***Under the Responsibility of S.P.E.W.***
(Sadistic Perplexion of Everyone's Wits)

Medieval Lit! Come here to find out who Chaucer plagiarized and translated - and why and how it worked in the late 1300s.

I <3 Rydia

ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα

Gotta a find a woman be good to me,
Who won't hide my liquor, try to serve me tea.

ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα

ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα

Gotta a find a woman be good to me,
Who won't hide my liquor, try to serve me tea.

ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα

Gotta a find a woman be good to me,
Who won't hide my liquor, try to serve me tea.

ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα

***Under the Responsibility of S.P.E.W.***
(Sadistic Perplexion of Everyone's Wits)

Medieval Lit! Come here to find out who Chaucer plagiarized and translated - and why and how it worked in the late 1300s.

I <3 Rydia

Seclusion among the ferns of what seems like a mystical forest by flourishing elms and and oaks. Looking up at twilight's dwellings up above, where the stars sit on their perches to await dawn... That lunar crescent forever hangs there, just another star that seems so much closer, half covered by what you sit upon right then. That is a true paradise. Just to let yourself escape to those divine heavens...

YWS gives me carpal tunnel.

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