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let us find something to view: we'll go to St. Volitol Villa, where the sheep eat raisins as much as they can like at a wilderness buffet. you can watch it all unfold, or is the word undulate, like a thawing eyeball in the palm of your landlord. yes, raisin-eating sheep as they float down that bastard creek are pretty alarming, like a rocket in a canyon of rust. |
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as they make their daily rounds, bleating to one another about how josh gave james head at sashas party and whatnot, grazing on the fresh gossip and huddling in corners in the matching fleece. the type thats "in" this season. and the sheep then herd to their false idol, who tells them what they think. because she knows how to boss the sheep around. no mind of your own. i am so sorry i am one of you. |
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| Casey | and they pooped on my shoes | 020128 |