The Goodnight Pig

The Goodnight Pig

When the pig is born in the foam of beer,
it runs though the valleys of the city, chewing on laundry

In the night of the pig sleeping, the beer foam flows endlessly

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More than can ever meet the eye. Make the eye meet itself, and maybe the fertile soil will finally become green with envy or classics. That in itself might make all of us more and more interwoven, but some of us (like me) reject the interwoven bits because we are too ugly or oversensitive or maybe it is the same thing. Continue reading