Flesh of the Gods
Shit because when I get Chinese food I get Chicken Wings & French Fries, I'm an intellectual, woid! And these wings what I got yesterday were monstrous. I'm in from the heat & labor for lunch, and damn but ready to CHOW, naturally obliging myself most heartily.Though ever uncertain about everything, I slowly grok peculiarity in my feeding frenzy...These wings ain't just big, but rather too big. And now that I take a fine study of the matter, chicken legs ain't really look like this...I begin to play with the crispy fried physiology a lil' and...and...
cat leg!
What did you say!?
CAT LEG! It's a fucking CAT LEG!?! (only maybe)
I begin to feel sick in my tummy and strange in my noodle, but no! stop it! Over worked, under fed & w/ reverence for all life as a thou: I must finish my cat lunch. (Anything's a ritual if you just think about what you're doing) I eat my fill, fall into deep dark nap, and awake w/ the strength of a dozen ghost alley cats; for real.
(of course maybe it wasn't a cat leg & just my imagination, but that's hardly the point!)
posted by Bobby at
10:33 PM
2 Comments:
Reading this has been the best minute I've spent all morning! We'll see if anything tops it by the end of the day.
Hopefully so! thanks for reading, makes it worth writing. Come to think of it I think You & MC Ben deserve medals or trophies or at least a cup cake!
De Herbo Sanctissimo Arabico
On the most Holy Grass of the Arabs
I think I may have foiled the piss police yet again, facist cunts!
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