Brother, the lack of oats makes my soul, so empty. Life is nothing

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>>34018139
Brother, love you as I do, I simply cannot enable this behavior of yours. In good conscience, no oats can I give to you.

You have been doing naught but lazing about the pen for weeks on end after your coming of age. The oats that I give to thee, while they nourish you, teach you nothing about the ways of this world. It is time you find your own oats, even if my own heart breaks to watch you suffer.

>this artist died without us ever knowing their name

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Tell me about the pig! Why does it want the oats?

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>>34018227
Brother.. the oats give me meaning. I am the oats, and the oats are me. The oats go in, meaning comes out.

With every single oat, an universe is born inside my soul. The oats open my mind to worlds beyond ours.

Have you not let the oats touch thine soul like this? If you would know what I speak of, you wouldn't hesitate to share your oats with fellow swine.

>>34018262

Because it doesn't have any.