The heifer human smells of needing the bull human and is angry. All me look nervously at her as she chases the dog me dream of horning dead: our enemy of the light loose tongue. Me’d jam him in his squeals. Me, facing every way, spreading out over feed.
8:01 AM - 29 Apr 2019
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