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burdened with the weight of it all, the camel stops and lies in the middle of the desert the man driving the herd-- the herd that's laden with tired, overworked camels, walks toward the downtrodden offender with his arm outstretched and in his palm, sat a pistol-- then, he hesitates-- as he stares into the eyes of the camel-- deeply-- intrigued-- but beyond that, he felt a sense of calm, which soon turned sour-- everything turns sour he gazed into the dark abyss of the pistol turned it toward his temple and pulled the trigger all the camels scattered-- except the one lying down he placed his head in the sand, then slept in memory of the fallen herder
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Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
in memory of the fallen herder (the camel walks no more)
burdened with the weight of it all, the camel stops and lies in the middle of the desert the man driving the herd-- the herd that's laden with tired, overworked camels, walks toward the downtrodden offender with his arm outstretched and in his palm, sat a pistol-- then, he hesitates-- as he stares into the eyes of the camel-- deeply-- intrigued-- but beyond that, he felt a sense of calm, which soon turned sour-- everything turns sour he gazed into the dark abyss of the pistol turned it toward his temple and pulled the trigger all the camels scattered-- except the one lying down he placed his head in the sand, then slept in memory of the fallen herder
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zachary-fore
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Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
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