Narcissus-X ponders: do others dream of chickens? Whole fried chickens, struggling in the suffocating plastic embrace of their packages?
Then one breaks free.
Stalking down the table, headless, yet filled with malice, the apparition seizes fork and knife. And still it advances.
Do others dream of chickens?
2 comments:
He's off his med again, isn't he.
Brigid,
Looks like.
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