The satisfaction of using a chainsaw is pretty awesome. Something about watching the wood eviscerate is just really fascinating. I don't know if there is anything else like that.... If you think of something please post and let me know. I really like that feeling. I think I might go grate all the cheese in the house as it is too late to fire up ole' chainy. Good night.
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STOP THE START
Tilling the soil
Has left me ill.
A gray, inflamed, annoyance.
This face was drawn
By familiar fingers,
Characteristics created
By disdain for dirt.
A hungering to end the blame game.
Key in your belly,
Swallowed long ago
Like some ignorant guard
Of some fairy-tale beast.
Sad prisoner
Knows nothing
Of your language,
Terribly confused
By a seemingly odd choice in diet.
Buried truth and caged bird
Sing softly at once.
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i reaaaaalllly like the first two stanzas in this one, Steve! Good rhythm wrapped up in some stanky oddness, it's the next club banger.
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