What? I hear music. I see dumb people. Bankers lend you money when the umbrella's not raining. And you dance around laughing like an idiot that doesn't know or doesn't care how much money the piper's going to demand when the song is over.........
Frimfrock inbread, bread back, line bred, bullshit.
So what do you want to become a horse breeding operation for? Distraction? You don't know? Beauty? Shufflers?
You need to saddle up and ride tomorrow regardless of the weather. At least ten miles. At least ten. Put on the long johns.... stuff cotton in the ears..... and ride. It is important. Ride.
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