On arriving at the appointed time I was directed to take a number and take a seat until my number was called. After many hours my number was called and I was ushered through a door and into a room where I was directed to take a number and a seat until my number was called.

you pump a raisin with biofuel then you will understand that the pumping is not what matters but the amount of liquid. If you pump too much then the electricity will run out of it and you will not see the pristine plumpness of the skin flattening in response to the pressure of the growing liquid and this isn't good.

I'd suggest mixing the cow with several different adherences, adhesive lighting, but there isn't anything like that anymore to begin with. You could of course walk on over but there wouldn't be any point to it: you would just be in that place taking their orders without so much as a say in where you could walk, much less eat or sleep.

There is nothing to be smiling in the grape or the milk and there is a poison to it. A rotting sense of despair in the fruit you find implacable but it is there and you cannot escape it. You will follow the smell of the berries for long as you live and you will not live long I assure you. For there is death and life and raisins and you will not dry up in the sun. You do not get that dignity.

But until then let us dance in the rain like an airplane in the house and we should probably go back inside before the biofuel starts raining down. But even if it touches us I do not think it would hurt. But if it did what could we do

And on the 7th day God rested but everyone else worked.

>>24722367
This is stupid but I did lol.

>>24722367
>reality sets in
Still sort of laughing at this but now it is an uncomfortable laugh. This kind of hurts.

It is only our Western viewpoint that directs us to interpret the image from left to right; it could be easily be seen as pumping the juice out of the grape, otherwise.

>>24722719
If that were the case there would be juice all over, his tiny little pump certainly can not contain it all.

Also, terrible prose and really just an autistic observation.

The retards at the grape place sent fucked up grapes. So these fags had to spend the rest of the day fixing the grapes.
"Why did they send these grapes all fucked up," said one fag.
"Because the guys at the grape place are retarded," said another fag.
After they fixed the grapes they sucked each other's dicks.

>>24722352
Little men are hard at work turning grapes to raisins. At the behest of the antichrist they labor without end.

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>>24722352
It was the grapest of times, it was the raisins of times.

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>>24722352
Are they inflating the raisins or sucking the juice out of the grapes?

>>24723599
Both. The guys at the top are taking raisins from the grape pile over to the raisin pile. The guy at the bottom is pumping up the raisins and putting them back over on the grape pile.
They can each see what the others are doing, but they continue doing their work anyway.
They have been doing this for as long as any of them can remember. None of them can remember how the process started, or where the grapes and raisins originally came from, or what they did before the grapes and raisins appeared. They only know that they have to keep repeating this endless cycle.
Some time ago, there was a fourth member of the team, who also worked a pump, inflating the raising back into grapes. One day, he asked his team mate why they were doing this endless work. That night, as the others slept, there was a loud noise, a bright flash of light, and he was never seen again.
Since that time, the grape carriers have slowed down, so that the remaining raisin inflater can keep up. None of them have ever spoke about the mysterious disappearance, but they all know that the same fate will befall your mother, tonight, if you don't reply to this post.

Inflating grapes

>>24722719
>pumping the juice out of the grape
Nigga, how tf do you think ppl dry grapes into raisins? They certainly don't use bike pumps for it, that's for certain. They use the power of Allmighty HELIOS APOLLO, the Sun.

>>24723710
I feel like this is a reworked version of something else I've seen somewhere else. Kafka's The Penal Colony? No, probably something else.

>>24722352
I've been working like the Dig-Dug, in-fla-ting these grapes!
I've been working like the Dig-Dug, just to drink their wine again!

Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water

>>24722352
lil fuckin' fellas deflating the grapes innit like

>>24723154
Kek

>>24723710
I apologize anon..