The man said "Be sure to hold your trousers up, because I'm going to be pulling." I nearly died laughing, but it was serious time. You dont laugh in serious time, everyones watching, just waiting to stamp you "rejected, return to sender". Everyone has their game face on, run along, little cow. Walk here, face that way, no shoes, one tray per array.
I have well over 5 times more liquid blood hidden away then they trust the little cows with in bottles and cans. What happens when the Buddhist join the pain game, and set themsleves to shinning in fire and light? How much liquid can the stomach hold? Its a silly place, serious time... Its like the varnish washes thin, and the insanity shows through just where they squeeze the hardest.
When will angels just look after themselves? When will we come to them with reverence?
But its always in nature of some little cows to feel importaint. With their shoots and routes, rules and mules. Come little cow, be not afraid. Its just the laughter house, we sware.
Fate rules the skies, and angels rule over fate. Yet little cows trust everywhere else.
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