The moon fell, and in their dazzling light appeared a parcel from dirt. Bloat and Gangrene, bent as if by Tourniquet. A dark promise inside. Holding the handle of the fibers, feeling its jagged soul imprints on your palm. Now pull! Rend The Sinew, tear from bones, bloom their fetal gifts! Attractive yoke! Take the vote and read the words on its face.
It’s time to enjoy your lovely joke!
Q: What are the best news you can hear after the trip to the veterinarian?
A: Good animals
