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Roosters are the game pits of the poultry world.
They're not concerned with property protection. Corporal safety is their thing.
The Hawk attacks at 3:32:15
Roosters are the game pits of the poultry world.
They're not concerned with property protection. Corporal safety is their thing.
Roosters are the game pits of the poultry world.
They're not concerned with property protection. Corporal safety is their thing.
Mother earth needs you.There's a voice, keeps on callin me
@StoneColdSteveAustin thoughts on the latest episode of Wandavision?
I realize the response doesn't make sense but just go with it

Mother earth needs you.
I want to be spread out over mother earth like butter...... You have no idea Mr. Tonni..... So much to learn, and I can't wait to teach you....
I grew up in a land of red dirt, I've seen every form of tree and water, animal and person, and we live in such a beautiful world. The fact that we justify the exploitation of this Earth for profit breaks my heart.Mother earth needs you.
Mother earth needs you.
Seriously though. People think about this shit way too abstractly, that level of co emission, so many trees replanted, but the real damage is obviously immeasurable.I grew up in a land of red dirt, I've seen every form of tree and water, animal and person, and we live in such a beautiful world. The fact that we justify the exploitation of this Earth for profit breaks my heart.
I was born where the earth was red and raised on the ozark trails. A friend of mine did some prison time for sabotage with ELF, a bonafide hick at that.Seriously though. People think about this shit way too abstractly, that level of co emission, so many trees replanted, but the real damage is obviously immeasurable.
I feel I've been sitting at the table my parents lost their love at, trying to put together a puzzle that they both took pieces from, and I know that I won't get the last piece until my life is over. I spend most days agonizing over a fleeting strangers smile. "Was that the piece I needed to feel whole?
"I want to to know what you used to dampen the sounds of your childhood trauma" he asked her as his fingertips ran across her knuckles while she rolled her cigarette.
She bit her lip and looked away "the silence shook the trailer I grew up in, and the screams of my step father could be a chorus of every Disney song ever made."
He looked away. Not even the crickets weighed in and the silence left the air heavier than the hour after a flood.
The sun danced between the branches of the tree as an uncomfortable chill filled the air. It was as if she felt what he was feeling. She ashed. "If I was ever cursed with a daughter I would name her Willow. I would weep for her.*
He ashed. Not often lost for words, he was a verbal man at sea in the presence of her.
Her blue eyes were the ocean, and her smile was the life raft that kept him afloat.
"I wish I could make you feel better" he said.
She took a long drag of her cigarette and said "me too... But listen to the crickets"
Up late doing writing. What y'all think of this.
Why are we using homosexuality as an insult in 2021?