*man at register, smiling as the cashier is unable to scan his roasted chicken* haha, i guess that means its free, huh? *me, wearing socks with sandals and holding prayer beads, as time itself begins to slow* actually, the very idea of using money to pay for the death of that chicken means nobody was ever free. you chained by the bonds of work for food, and the chicken. . .*man unable to process my enlightenment, begins to sweat as cashier shakes her head at yet another enlightening in her checkout* ---------------- |
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# ¿ Nov 14, 2018 21:05 |
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# ¿ May 10, 2024 13:14 |