The mountain of this urban wasteland is a silver dung hill of love.
Those beetles that build and pile and toil and ask for nothing in return only narrowly escape the claws of the rooster climbing atop the pile to crow.
The scream of the auburn feathered bird does little to pierce the cloud of stench the pile has inflicted upon the objectivity of this word.
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I spent a while trying to find you a photo of a rooster's penis, but let me tell you that's a lot harder of a search than you'd think.
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Dear Diary today was a good start. I sure hope we come through tomorrow. But seriously though, what a swell gang of fellows.
Hahaha, I love the senate.
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