A small child once asked me why people cant be nicer and just love one another. I pondered this for a moment and then, of course, ate the child. He was very tangy and did NOT taste like chicken. Although i did have some moo-shoo chicken once that was left in the car overnight. There was supposed to be some kind of moral in there somewhere on the state of mankind and how we are evolving into a self-satisfying civilisation.

But Maybe it should have been "Dont talk to strangers". If that had been more ingrained into that small child he would still be alive today.

And i would'nt have to explain that weird smell coming from the crawlspace under my house

I mean, it was just really inconvenient for me

It's sad.

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