passed through small villages of angles--this morning served itself like a 1-up flying off some fallen and trampled grains. when they went out onto the path they were like a catepillar of laces and boning, one pair at the crossing ribbons, one pair at the next, 4 ladies in corsets.
this little piggie went shopping, this little piggie starved, this little piggie gathered a small army of komrades to forcibly cinch her waist into a shape more desirable.
this piggie is holding out for a better deal. this little piggie is a sausage stuffed into a sweater. this little piggie builds elegant software...firmware...the hardest thing to wear.
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