Taste: sun-ripened blackberries Sight: Old Man of the Mountain, Hippie on a Stick, Pasque Flower; a skull, sunken cheekbones; pigs wagging tails-her perfect spiral Sound: a river of pigs munching carrots, sonorous grunts Touch: behind a pig's ear Smell: fresh hay Extra: telle est la vie drôle; biofactories; biots; jamais vu; walking with the little girl in the midst of chaos, left and left, left and out left and out an explosion, huddling in the bathroom - a premonition dream of Elysium Grateful for: Pigs Peace Sanctuary
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