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The Bovine Syndrome

When I look at you I am reminded why I always bail in exasperation, offended at the vastness of your sloth. So many excuses for why you can't bother to care Naturally, your lack of purpose bloats your ego to a roaring level of hilarity. Keep yourself behind, shrug your shoulder, maybe they'll give you your very own assistant. No wonder you've been acting almost like a human again. You've broken the code! Get them expecting less as you drift unable to keep from sighing as if buried. Why I can't find amusement in your natural metamorphosis is beyond my fathoming. Trapped, I listen to you bleat away as you keep acquiring new dolls for your string.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/16/2009 12:27:00 PM
man im honered be the 1st to comment on this great works. lol this is a hell of a write. my eyes catch the same sights sometimes
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