You shit sheep shapes, and I shit wolves as brown as bark. It’s all politics.
This Book is Not FOR SALEWeeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI used to want to be a missionary, but I don’t believe that’d be the best position for me to be in.
This Book is Not FOR SALESilence is golden, and gold is up these days, so silence is a solid investment.
This Book is Not FOR SALEHe’s not my son, but his last name is Myson. Same spelling, big difference.
This Book is Not FOR SALEIt’s possible that I couldn’t handle the truth, but I sure wouldn’t mind fondling it to find out.
This Book is Not FOR SALEWater is like love, but love is not like water. No, because if it were, I’d be the camel of love.
This Book is Not FOR SALEObviousism—I would give you a definition, but the definition would only be an example of the word.
This Book is Not FOR SALEWhat’s furry, has four legs, and meows? My dinner, before I killed and cooked it.
This Book Has No TitleI wear brown shirts to protect against the combination of coffee and clumsiness.
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