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I have been riding on the same waves for a hundred years
I have been telling the same tales for more than fifty years
One generation has passed another has come and this
old dry biscuit is still sitting in my chair. The dogs have bitten it, the kittens have dragged it, and the old stinking biscuit is jumping from chair to chair leaving a terrible stench in the atmosphere. Its white hair is sticking in the air and its black moon faced surface is as hard as rock, with eyes bulging like demons from the disdained pack.It watches me and silently sucks the daylight out of the primitive crops. This aged old biscuit has done its time, but it continues to steal and take what is mine. It is living off my energy and everyday it spreads its toxic waste on the younger crops, to blighted their growth and fill their cuticles with false hope.I wonder how much longer this biscuit will last?  it is as stubborn as my dry ass. The dry old biscuit is irritating and its aroma is disgusting. My patience is running out and sometimes it makes me want to shout. It deceives the cats and dogs and it tells my brother that he is not tall.It moves  subtle around with a sharp edge that will take a more than a hundred men to bend and just about fifty six women to control. The biscuit is not fit and it is babbling along to show off its terrible wits. It cannot stand up straight  and I detest the looks in its face. It moans and groans at nights when it faces the spiritual light. This biscuits have a bad taste so throw it out of your pantry before it is too late. Don’t mix the old biscuits with the other biscuits or the mildew will blow up right into your face. The sun is hot, the moon is bright and something is going to eclipse at midnight. Beware of the shooting stars, and watch out for unman drone; the satellites are in close range to suck the energy out of you and leave you lame. I have been waiting for this day to past when the old biscuit is rolled away at last, and I will reclaim my chair and breathe fresh air. The eclipse is coming and I hope that you are ready.
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