Canned Feathers

After all of the birds are dead we shall make plastic feathers and sell them in cans. After all the birds are dead.

Stuff your pillow with silverware because naturally soft pillows are painful and against what needs to be done, my friends, enter the envelope of congress. A superhero is somebody who climbs a building.

I have noticed leaves not in cans on trees.

I have made blue dots on paper.

I have calculated the risks and given up on ever climbing buildings..unless it's a small one. Unless. You know when you're in trouble when you're in trouble: if you're bored reading your own diary. Somebody groaned.

Finally I was free, because the last bird was on the ground, on its back, grateful to be out of the

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