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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?