Kafka in the Country
We found Gregor Samsa scuttling about on the deck.
We fed him to the chickens.
We fed him to the chickens.
You keep whinging because we don't call enough. For heaven's sake, stop! We can't call because we're busy. Just look at what we're doing. Does it look like we have the time to sleep? Eat? Breathe? Let alone communication with the outside world! We're building empires! We're winning hearts and minds! We're forging ahead, confronting our demons, marching victoriously toward a grand and glorious new era! And we're doing it all from the comfort of the backyard hammock.
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