I plan to milk the community teet. It's creamy spread gets churned, and put over toast. Tasty treats and dandelion kisses. I dream of one day existing. Nurture the children. The creation starts in the testicles. Stork dropping human eggs into a nest of societal pressure. Can you fry the evidence? I mean to open a chest of treasure and habitual sacrifice. Our internal structure industrialized by parasites eaten moss slugs and fecal crawling dredge cats. Climb up into eternity's womb. It's cold and smells of salami bile. Barren cheesesteaks, written by Jesus. He prophecized that we are infested with love. The chain of command excludes the talking fetch villains. Call for an ostrich, but expect a squid.