Pigs Without Legs.

Just imagine that.

Pigs without legs.

Hmm.

You should probably take that and make a metaphor out of it.

Or just think about it.

Hmm.

Another thing to think about? Can you leave your body to pornography?

If so…maybe you should…do something about that weird personality that everyone assumes is due to your dad fucking your belly button but is actually due to you simply wanting to help people and their genitals- probably due to the fact that your mother never fucked your belly button. Not even once, in the winter.

You should do something about that weird personality- because what’s truly weird is what is truly different, and what is truly different is never accepted in the times that personality endures.

Let’s take…invading Iraq. That would never be popular in our current times, but in a couple of centuries, that’ll be the hot-ticket on the fashion walk. People everywhere will be doing their darndest (blooming darndest) to find some angle with which to invade Iraq from.

Of course disposing of despots will be the traditionalist’s route, whereas the true die-hards will be using the ‘oil’ route with which to fuck their way into the nation.

The people of Iraq will invade themselves, presuming they haven’t moved. They will be the most fashionable people on the planet, to the degree of their being able to climb through their own windows and decapitate themselves with their own bread knife. Pretty damn fashionable. Some people might try to do the same thing with a broom- but they’re trying too hard- by the time they get through cutting their heads off it won’t fashionable any more.

By the way- I’m not talking about police officers without legs, because that’s not very interesting. You see one of those guys on the floor, you’re more than likely to be polite than just stare as they rock and roll, whereas, when it’s an actual pig- you’re going to watch it for a while. Probably get yourself a beverage with which to enjoy watching with.

And then you can think about those legless pigs…fucking.

Hmm.

Think about that.

Sam.

Hmm.

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