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I am tired of being amongst animals I am weak from the effort The days don’t pass but create grooves in my skin my skin is a record player and that is not me singing it is almost barely unnoticeable but for the pigs and the wolves they circle me before they circle each other. I sometimes go cow-faced and cover myself in blood it’s never really All Saints Eve the animals continue their caves masturbate each other spit and drool and smell each others’ palms they are a mean-spirited bunch it makes me wish gravity would stop though it’d kill the rest of us ** if gravity stopped it would kill all the pigs the wolves would find a way to hold on But god I know pigs are smart they know when they’re about to die I do not want to be a pig *** look up and tell me what you see 500,000 pigs flying at the moment yes right now believe it or not 500,000 pigs have somewhere to be
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