A bunch of cows stand at a fence. It's Thursday again. One of the little talked about ideas is that humans use animals without reserve. I knew this guy ounce who was eating a stick of crain. He went around breathing and locking in a bunch of plans. 'Why do you do what you do?' I asked him. He said: 'im motioned to get stuff.' Must of caught him off guard. His body was sitting isolated on the floor of a parking structure.
Review of Taylor Swift: New Romantics
