Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
Want to store something in the empty jar, you don't always need any object to open my lid to feel what's inside because the rest can be done with ease while being inside altogether. I can feel the necessity to be clean and dirty and even when I am alone, do sometimes give the company. Huh, no not like the company thy shall give to the girl of thy dreams but you can surely give company to the people all around, you just have to open the lid and close it once in a while cause there is a whole ecosystem going inside the 'paranoid jar'. Yeah. I am paranoid, my activities may be real and can be proved by the science but still, the activities aren't recognized by the people here who might believe in ghosts and all those shitty stuff. Just open the jar cause I am a living being and anaerobic respiration is not permanent for me, I need some fresh air to breathe. If you don't do it, I promise I won't be air tight anymore, I will perform cancer and will destroy the things and never you dare to call me the 'mighty air-tight' again and I tell you time shall turn the tide around and the world shall give the dictators like you the taste of their own money.
Want to store something in the empty jar, you don't always need any object to open my lid to feel what's inside because the rest can be done with ease while being inside altogether. I can feel the necessity to be clean and dirty and even when I am alone, do sometimes give the company. Huh, no not like the company thy shall give to the girl of thy dreams but you can surely give company to the people all around, you just have to open the lid and close it once in a while cause there is a whole ecosystem going inside the 'paranoid jar'. Yeah. I am paranoid, my activities may be real and can be proved by the science but still, the activities aren't recognized by the people here who might believe in ghosts and all those shitty stuff. Just open the jar cause I am a living being and anaerobic respiration is not permanent for me, I need some fresh air to breathe. If you don't do it, I promise I won't be air tight anymore, I will perform cancer and will destroy the things and never you dare to call me the 'mighty air-tight' again and I tell you time shall turn the tide around and the world shall give the dictators like you the taste of their own money.
A tale
"He was the best bro, I bought him from a grocery shop as if I was liking him to the largest menace. I was in love with him when I saw him first. He stood large and huge and tall enough to make anyone crazy and submit. He had the perfect body and the cuts were really delicious, he had the cracks and scratches from the fights which may make anyone mad and any girl cheesy for him. The glass category winner with the steel hooks and braced lid, he was a unique creature, a macho man. He shall dominate me and I shall be his slave. Usually, I hated eating sweets and such things, so I tried to get rid of all those things. The shopkeeper kept sweets in him which I hated the most, so for a few days, in fact daily I became a regular customer of the sweet, just to liberate my lover and make an impression on him. He had an appeal, the houseflies would like to stick to him every time as if everyone wanted the king. Slowly, after becoming close to the shopkeeper, I asked for a deal and then I was refused. He refused me to give the jar. I went out of mind and started showing my money power, then the muscle power and in the conflict, the jar committed suicide. That broke his body and my heart forever. I love Chocojar, I love you forever." Meo on the candy jar.Hope you get it
At least after listening to the story above thy shall understand the value of me and won't look at me as you had done it earlier. Thanks for listening, I am the glass jar and that's my 500 on materialism...
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