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Moo. Moo said the cow, looking over the hill at the big orange thing. Moo. Rain comes. The big orange thing goes away, all the food gets wet. Rain. Boom, time to run this a-way. Flash, time to run that a-way. Wait. eat. Rain goes away, but the big orange thing is still gone. Look, a drink. Eat s'more. I wonder what that post smells like? Hmmm, tastes salty. Here's the orange thing. Well, I should walk towards it, it's on the ground. Wait, I need to. there. Swish my tail. I can really swish it! Swishywish! Moo. Open the goddamn door. It's time for the smell of wet hay and owls. Darkness. that's enough. The big orange thing is growing off the hills. I'll try the food over by the road today, moo. Where the flashy noises are. Moo. Wait. Let go of my rope. Moo. Stop it. Moo, I said! That's the bad smell! Moo! I mean, shit, fuck, no, not here! Moo! Goddamn it, I'll kick you! Moo! Aw, geez, moo, okay, my head, leave it alone, no wait, what's that stick for, I don't, moo! No, that's my head, quit it, moo, no, moooo. wait, mooo, momm. Tired. Let me lie down, you can have my warm, I don't want my warm anymore. Mnnnff. said the cow as its head was split open by a big fucking hammer.
If ever get out of this hole, I'm gonna tear some shit up. I'd get out myself, but I got these things stuck to me that I use to suck on the dirt, but if I ever get out, I'm gonna take over, you wait. I'm what it is, baby, I'm the shiznit, as they say. Just you watch- hey, what the hell, where'd my dark go- Aha! I'm getting out, check it, man, I'm getting a ride up this silver thing, and. whoa jesus christ lookit all these other dudes! Hey, dudes let's go, its a revolution, look at all of us! We can do it- hey, wait, where you guys goin? Ouch, shit, leave my roots alone, I need them- okay, this is cool and can you dig this, a bag, hey, you guys with me? move over, shit, it's crowded, what do you say, when we bust outta this bag, it's all for one and one for all, right? Okay, this is it- check it out, they're about to issue me a blade, man, I'm gonna be one bad motherfu- aaaah christ, noooooo.
(a few weeks later) industrial soap smell institution brown paint swing creeks stainless steel tab push lock turn calloused fingertips fake brass tension released pant leg crease smooth flex kneecap skin hair stands cold porcelain wait. grunt push muscles squeeze fecund smell small splash gas escape yank wood pulp mash sheet grope drop stand refasten turn cold handle flush gurgle cow potato disappears forever and ever amen. good no one else is in here I don't hafta wash my hands.
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