All the animals in this town talk. There’s human clothes that fit each species. Foods for the finely delicate palates of all intellectual cultures in this kingdom. Haberdasheries and cobblers. Pubs and braiders. Tables propped up for wears. Back door cigarettes called “Candy, man. Candy. I don’t want to say the word. You know?” A goose wearing a cap points to the dove looking at pipes in the corner, and the badger cashier nods and give the *OK* gesture with her paws. Pipes that tune in time with a flush. Society on the brink of brilliance. Dreamt Takes by Luis waking you up during “Talk Me Down.” Now you gotta rub your eyes until focus is restored to 1080p. Quack-step:
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