ADAM’S APPLE
Have you ever fallen down from the top of a tree? I could break my neck just trying to get close. No shit I’m afraid. How about you come down from there, you conceited cunt. Sitting up there like you’re some kind of prize, the unattainable fruit, your skin getting pale and wrinkly as you wait around. Maybe you will be picked, maybe you won’t. As you wonder, know that the higher up on the tree you are, the harder your fall. Break your neck and rot underneath a tree full of fresh young apples.
No one picks apples anymore. We buy them at the store. Farmers pick you for profit. You are grown for use. You are planted, grown, picked, sold, skinned, consumed, shit out and flushed down the drain. You are a product, you are a hooker to the system. Good apple, bad apple, it doesn’t matter. Eaten and shit out, or left to rot, it’s all the same. You are reduced to manure for the next generation of meaningless apples.
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series dissecting these comical sayings little girls in high school dream up. I would totally pay
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