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Vould you spare n ome of your Oats? Brother, HEY o brother these are my Oats, you must
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□ Anonymous (ID: @ 4 au 1-1 01/09/17(Mon)00:31:29 No.1 06245146、>>106245224 >>106245555221082481 3922106248547 >> 106249432 >>108249805 >> 106250145 >> 108258381 >>106259083 >> 106280743 >> 106284788一 File: 1483390496957.ipg (79 KB, 797x593) DAHNALD, HAND OVER THE OATS
□ Anonymous (ID: @ 4 au 1-1 01/09/17(Mon)00:31:29 No.1 06245146、>>106245224 >>106245555221082481 3922106248547 >> 106249432 >>108249805 >> 106250145 >> 108258381 >>106259083 >> 106280743 >> 106284788一 File: 1483390496957.ipg (79 KB, 797x593) DAHNALD, HAND OVER THE OATS

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File: Pigs Herring ipg (40 KB, 703x588) ■ Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu)23:27:36 No.5033535 03354426033806 Brother, let me tell you something. Many a day I have lumbered here by this fence and looked at this world. These fences which border this small plot of mud seem to be the edges of the Earth. But I have gazed many beyond the fence. I have watched the hills of green and the tall, slim, terrifying figures who lurk and haunt the strange barn on the far side of the hill, who away without a word. Often I wonder why we are not like them, why we cannot give ourselves the oats, why we are limited and chained down by the girth of our bodies a and without purpose or direction, banished forever to wallow in our own filth, this depressed me. But yesterday I realized something. Who are we to be ungrateful for existence in the first place? Who are we to say that this life is not good enough? Instead of oblivion we have the warmth of the sun and the coolness of soil. We have fair conversations and a good night's sleep. Who am I to say that these simple comforts are no better than death? Should we not smile like the sun and bask in our happiness as the sunlight warms the soil without question or thank. So brother, let us share oats and smile and frolick as much as our girth might let us. Let us see this pen not as a prison or a hell but as a palace in which we might enjoy the best our existence has to offer. Give me some oats brother, and let us dine together. I love yo. my own flesh and blood, my brother appear as spectres as the sun rises at the break of day and refill the Oats, and float r hooves. And indeed for many years this sad truth, that forever we would be trapped in this shallow frame, alone, Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu 23:28:31 No.5033537225033544250335586 dumb forced meme Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu)23:31:15 No.5033544 >25033675 2>5033535 (OP) Really makes you think. Rude. >> Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu)23:32:45 No.5033550 this is nice oats
File: Pigs Herring ipg (40 KB, 703x588) ■ Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu)23:27:36 No.5033535 03354426033806 Brother, let me tell you something. Many a day I have lumbered here by this fence and looked at this world. These fences which border this small plot of mud seem to be the edges of the Earth. But I have gazed many beyond the fence. I have watched the hills of green and the tall, slim, terrifying figures who lurk and haunt the strange barn on the far side of the hill, who away without a word. Often I wonder why we are not like them, why we cannot give ourselves the oats, why we are limited and chained down by the girth of our bodies a and without purpose or direction, banished forever to wallow in our own filth, this depressed me. But yesterday I realized something. Who are we to be ungrateful for existence in the first place? Who are we to say that this life is not good enough? Instead of oblivion we have the warmth of the sun and the coolness of soil. We have fair conversations and a good night's sleep. Who am I to say that these simple comforts are no better than death? Should we not smile like the sun and bask in our happiness as the sunlight warms the soil without question or thank. So brother, let us share oats and smile and frolick as much as our girth might let us. Let us see this pen not as a prison or a hell but as a palace in which we might enjoy the best our existence has to offer. Give me some oats brother, and let us dine together. I love yo. my own flesh and blood, my brother appear as spectres as the sun rises at the break of day and refill the Oats, and float r hooves. And indeed for many years this sad truth, that forever we would be trapped in this shallow frame, alone, Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu 23:28:31 No.5033537225033544250335586 dumb forced meme Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu)23:31:15 No.5033544 >25033675 2>5033535 (OP) Really makes you think. Rude. >> Anonymous 01/05/17(Thu)23:32:45 No.5033550 this is nice oats

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From an /s4s/ thread, started Jan 5, 2017.
From an /s4s/ thread, started Jan 5, 2017.

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The frothing hunger in my stomach hath not been quenced, Brother

The frothing hunger in my stomach hath not been quenched, Brother For many a night I wonder, "Where art Thou, my sweet Oats". And it hath cometh to me whence i dreamt. It spills onto and coils 'round me, but nay, 'tis not Tis a testimony for in our yearn for Oats, is the de To gorge on the Oats is to dine on the fruits of Ede To partake in such a gluttonous act, i can no longe For I have seen him. He who forges the Oats! Alas! My eyes do not deceive! The carer of the Oats is but the farmer! Lo and behold, He is but a Man! What nonsense that the carrier is corporeal Yea, 'tis provokes the But least we must not forget, it is Man who brings the Oats! Woe is me Brother! We cannot disseminate the Oats because of this Man! To provoke the carrier is to relinquish what little Oats be spared to Us! I am lost Brother. For to seize the Oats is to risk forsaking Ourselves and the Oats. What needeth to be done? Must we risk cosigning ourselves fore Oats? Alas my Brother, we may never taste liberty, for the Oats haunt Us. pestilence. re for Sin.
The frothing hunger in my stomach hath not been quenched, Brother For many a night I wonder, "Where art Thou, my sweet Oats". And it hath cometh to me whence i dreamt. It spills onto and coils 'round me, but nay, 'tis not Tis a testimony for in our yearn for Oats, is the de To gorge on the Oats is to dine on the fruits of Ede To partake in such a gluttonous act, i can no longe For I have seen him. He who forges the Oats! Alas! My eyes do not deceive! The carer of the Oats is but the farmer! Lo and behold, He is but a Man! What nonsense that the carrier is corporeal Yea, 'tis provokes the But least we must not forget, it is Man who brings the Oats! Woe is me Brother! We cannot disseminate the Oats because of this Man! To provoke the carrier is to relinquish what little Oats be spared to Us! I am lost Brother. For to seize the Oats is to risk forsaking Ourselves and the Oats. What needeth to be done? Must we risk cosigning ourselves fore Oats? Alas my Brother, we may never taste liberty, for the Oats haunt Us. pestilence. re for Sin.

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