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Originally Posted by Bees
This city is too sterile for me I won't live with my head in a cloud
I'll give up my creature comforts to walk barefoot on the dirt and be proud
Now I live happily with the agrarists as the effluent of your burn out life will forever drop
Into our river then become cleansed to nourish our bountiful crop |
Piss soup from the sky.
Makes our fish grow.
Grass is green.
Doctor sacrificed chicken.
Cancer metastasized.