This farm is afraid of me...I have seen its true face. The fields are extended troughs and the troughs are full of water and when the drains finally flow over, all the vermin will swim. The accumulated filth of all their prancing and galloping will foam up about their waists and all the farmers and cowboys will look up and shout "Can we borrow a cup of freedom!?"... and I'll look down and whisper "Nay." -Horschach
I just want to know where that horse got those fucking wings. I imagine a seagull walking up to it going: "So, uh, can I have my wings back?" and the horse making up excuses while you're using them.