The sun is still high, give water to the sheep, take them to pasture

if looks could kill

I’m sure we’d all be dead by now

However, this might not be the worst case,

think of all the ugly sheep standing there,

asking for a piece of rotten moldy bread

Send them out to graze and give them water.

with your own rigid wooden staff,

there is no need for the guard to be straight and narrow,

because there are so many ways to skin a cat, sit down

honor those who refuse to marry, black knights

soon it will appear in everything that has not been able to escape

the craggy garden because once upon a time there was a blue fairy who looked like

live there but in the glare of the sun it can be quite hard to tell there are tall green leaves an endless cycle of impediment at dusk it might be possible to break the devil’s word as there are shivering skinny vegetarians just looking for a beggar fight

Under a crescent moon, bees and bonnets offering goods to a lonely god without further ado, just think of the good things that could be placed on you, but some people like the elasticity of splintery skin, so what do you know? can you say? A hairless wonderland screaming from the beach. smooth prunes for everyone every day, just put down your cards, read them, get up and cry because tarot can do things that an ordinary palm rarely can, if you’re really good at it it can outweigh the benefits of oral stimulation. , make the images fried with solid brown licorice, fry them in a pan, flip them over and over but don’t over do it, set limits within your nasty voracious furry dead mind.