Is This Thing On?

Hey Hello Tirana
Nice to be here in your lovely city, you hear so many, things. People, what are you going to do? Backs to the walls and all eyes, watching the live ones live, till later when you run up or just appear upon and take tithes; go back to the room and call up that whatever-a-trix that fixes you up just right, puts you back in autoglide, no thought for sharks, just the smell of blood and electrical stimuli; sub deep to the sheeps eyes, never knowing the wolves among them but for the missing in the cull of the night, and know the shepard too, takes his cuts. But it isn't for the meek to discuss, we have our place, and ours is to know it; to be good food, fodder, bench and bearer, for our betters.