I guess materialistic dreams aren't the only things that can weigh you down like Samuel Taylor Coleridge's albatross around your neck.
I find even sex can be an albatross.
(Well, instead of "even sex," make that "odd sex." Hahahaha)
Especially with feathered flying creatures.
(A bit of humour, that.)
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I'm furry, not feathered.
Puss
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