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the seagulls are coming for my knees
Category: Religion and Philosophy
I can hear their squawks in the distance. How'd they find me here in Manhattan. I thought I had finally escaped. They mock me. I can cry, but that certainly won't do me any good. My knees are quite ripe and fresh, a tasty snack for those salty birds. I can't take this much longer. Seagulls, stop it now. » Continue Reading