...that we're just as cute, if not cuter, than baby chickens...
Ahhh, Baraka. Telling it like it is without actually saying anything...
From cradle to grave we are marked and counted. Sent through turnstiles (sorting machines), crammed together on our way to work to make money (eggs), we face rejection (sorting chutes) and acceptance. And in the same way that the chicks have no idea about what's going on, when their heads conk together going down the funnel of life, we humans, with our big brains, still haven't figured it out either...
...and we're overweight and have sleep apnea which is giving us migraines...just like chickens? Sorry, I couldn't tie the last few seconds in together.
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...that we're just as cute, if not cuter, than baby chickens...
Ahhh, Baraka. Telling it like it is without actually saying anything...
From cradle to grave we are marked and counted. Sent through turnstiles (sorting machines), crammed together on our way to work to make money (eggs), we face rejection (sorting chutes) and acceptance. And in the same way that the chicks have no idea about what's going on, when their heads conk together going down the funnel of life, we humans, with our big brains, still haven't figured it out either...
...and we're overweight and have sleep apnea which is giving us migraines...just like chickens? Sorry, I couldn't tie the last few seconds in together.
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