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is just a click away. Enjoy!I'd like to introduce my feet, who in turn would like to introduce their shoes filled with meat - my meat. Next I'd like you to welcome my legs attached to feet, covered in shoes, crammed with meat - my feet. Now let's not forget my pants lined with thread - say "Hello," thread - congested with legs, fastened to meat - my feet - enveloped with shoes containing feet - my meat.------------------------------------------------------- -------------------I stand behind a lens and in front of a mirror that bears an expressionless reflection. But what you can't see, I make up for in deception. A not so additive-free perception, resulting in digital conception, with the intention of virtual affection by creating a pixelated impression. I'm waiting for my thousand words, and I'll wait until I get them. Any questions? ------------------------------------------------------------ --------------How nice of you to visit, it's been quite some time. If you hadn't already noticed, I've seen better days, but it's in my sap to appreciate the seasons desire to change. And while you went about your business doing whatever it is you do, I kind of well... stood here, forgotten, and grew and grew and grew. You can learn a lot by just sitting back to watch, but heed my words, no good can come from sitting back to watch the clock. Getting comfortable while you rot. But don't worry, it hasn't been a completely uneventful stretch of time, I have to admit, I had my time to shine. ------------------------------------------------------------ --------------You remember my feet don't you? You know... my shoes filled with meat? Well they still have nothing to say, but a few more acquaintances to meet. Shoes, meat, legs... thread... meet grass. Meet dirt. Meet leaves... although they only come around sometimes. Try to be civil would you, you're going to be spending a lot of time with grass and his good friend dirt. They're usually together. Usually. Keep a close eye on dirt though, sometimes he can be a little messy. Oh, and grass, he has his dull moments. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they're not fun to be around, but I suggest you tread lightly. ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------I would tell you that life here on the farm is full of never ending excitement and epic adventures, but unfortunately I can't.To tell you such things would not only be dishonest, but complete bullshit... so to speak, and according to mother, it would earn me a one-way ticket to hell in a hamburger patty. She's a Christian, and a damn fine one at that. She hasn't missed a service since we lost pops to Mad Cow Disease back in '96. That's 11 years now. But she said "He had it comin'." She said "That's what happens when you start fooling around with that bovine from two stalls down.Serves him right if you ask me.He shouldn't have been sticking his nose - among other things - where it didn't belong." To tell you the truth, I can't really say I blame him. That "bovine" my mom was refering to... perfect utters. ------------------------------------------------------------ -----To you, we may just be an orange orchard. Nothing too special. No real reason to stop and take pictures. But if you keep your eyes peeled and look past the mass, you'll notice we're individuals. Idividual roots. Individual fruits. Every last one of us. MyGen Profile GeneratorIt's the famous feet again, armored in shoes, and they've been around the block a time or two. Here they sit looking their absolute best, but in the last few months they've had almost no rest. It's not their fault for the decisions I've made, but they haven't let me down in any games that I've played. I've tried and tried to keep them out of trouble, but the more we walk the more we stumble. No one is perfect and nobodies the same, but all of our feet are controlled by our brains. So here's to you bones, swallowed by meat and here's to you bitches I call my feet.It's been a long time since we've heard from my feet, all stitched up in skin and molded by meat. Don't they look comfy snuggled up in warm socks while taking a break from all the hard knocks? But it's not my feet we acknowledge today, but instead it's my legs who get viewed for a change. Don't they look healthy all out on display, like a pair of two roots with a shitload to say. They'd probably boast of all the travels they make, or complain about how they stayed out too late. But don't let them fool you and pretend they aren't great, because these healthy old roots still have a full plate.