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September 5, 2015

A Black Bird With Snow Covered Red Hills

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- - Georgia O'Keeffe
One ancient text tells the story of a crow who was flying with a piece of meat in its beak. Twenty crows were pursuing it trying to grab the meat. Flying high to escape them, it became tired. Suddenly, it dropped the meat, and the twenty crows flew down shrieking, fighting for it. Then the crow, flying high, thought, “How good it is to carry nothing – the whole sky belongs to me!”

Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 5, 2015 1:27 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Where's the labias?

And cow horns.

Oh, there they are.
They've been painted black, thrown up into the air and now resemble late 19th century mustaches.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 6, 2015 9:23 AM

My uncle Letsgo, who raised prize-winning bantam chickens, said "it is better to be the rooster of a small flock than to be a hen in a large flock."

As for the bantam chickens, those little sumbitches are the living descendants of velociraptors. I wouldn't be messing with 'em.

The Chicken Hall of Fame is soon to open in Blue Island Illinois. Advanced sale of rooster t-shirts and hen hats is imminent.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 6, 2015 12:34 PM

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