this is garbage, its so out of sync.  go listen to the original at https://soundcloud.com/user-102438084/sets/teach-me-how-to-doki

someone asked me what I was listening to and I really didn't know how to respond

Just finished listening to fingers in his ass, got slaped by this next

It so offbeat that my ears are actually hurting this is actual hell to listen too 

space jam dvd looped

Reeses = Puffs

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

OK OK I KNOW I ALREADY MADE SOMETHING FOR JUNE 19TH BUT I GOT THIS IDEA TOO LATE

Art by me. Even though it sucks.

Death By Digital Mind

Dhmis.

I was in my US History class listening to the ddlc ost, until a song popped in my head from a youtube series that started playing ddlc on their channel and I was like "damn, They sound alike" so I booted up audacity and added the song and now here we are

These 2 Songs mix so damn well together....Holy fuck

Teach me How to Doki

i just need it on soundcloud so I can play it on discord this belongs to 
https://wrowwrow.tumblr.com/

Teach me How to Doki

AM

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