A Slight Case Of Word Association
rancid meat moving...not moving, creatures moving on it. brush them off and throw the carrion onto the grill and season it with Lowreys and lick my chops and say YEEEUMMMMM!!! just like my Furby that I shot to death because it scared me too much...Grill the green meat until it is black and crunch my way through it...Godamn it is summer again, and all the roadkill will have to be handled fast and with great dexterity as i stumble through this torn road map of life....not knowing where i am going or where i came from...my imaginary amnesia----THE MEAT BURNED!---fuck it. it was just a human anyway. too chewy for my fine tastes.