[in this form also: The boot genocide]
The boot genocide
Rainboot shingles
It took like that for a roof to shingle.
Rain shingles right away!
O course; rain is supposed to build roofs.
The
get to keep all the work?
It smells so good,
Bags under the I-s
But you keep all the evidence.
The first tribe, has grotto far enough.
Like a rendition of cited: soul pieces
Maybe because there’s no sun here;
But we do have roofs made from rain.
I guess,
We know how to translate it.
Rain.
Oh, that’s not good enough.
Maybe if we grow enough to smell good there,
The sun will refract here;
And if we can’t convince it to move; a few of the rooves will evaporate; and it will rain a lot there.
That’s how much rain it takes to build just a few rooves, ha ha, roofs,
A lot of rain.
We hadn’t gotten to using those roofs here anyway.
There they will have the roofs whenever it rains a lot,
To solve the problem; all you have to do is sit out in the rain and get trenched in it; shortly, and of course when you can.
Now you’re at both places-planets or maybe it’s places-spaces:
Rain and Sun; can you convert these two to Reign and Son
You’ve translated the rain problem. You’ve translated the sun problem.
That’s called temperature; when to do that what to do that what.
How art is it hard to see the moon.
How did it turn to peacock;
Well I saw myself as one; couldn’t remember what they looked like; people experienced fear in the form of snake
I hate ordinary girlhood so all of the flowers and pots had to transition; and with that so did the snake;
Though there was a congratulations snake.
Then a baby shaman declared itself
And that’s how.
Do you think it has a whistle whistles in its quill quills
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