not a joke but a bit, and not funny but true

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my mgr thanked me for communicating
my cats are ruthless sociopaths
no difference between my cats and the rest of the country
tearing apart the food and not even eating it
i love staring at wool
whatever this country pretends to be...a little touch of schmillson in the night
not a little touch of the govt in the night
can't croak, make jokes
they know but a smidgeon
this guy died on a cross
not ashamed to admit that i don't want Jesus to die for anyone but my peeps