The Third Wheel

Jun 12, 2009 7:26am

Oh I’m not mad about it. I just bought this knife.

So without fail there is a rooster who screams it’s drunken face right off outside my window at 5:30 every morning. Which is good because it wakes me up for the sunrise. This is inspiring so I pour myself a cup of ambition and prop myself up, turn on my laptop and start typing. I need that kind of alarm. There’s something poetic about a shrill and natural bantering that cannot be duplicated in anything digital nor analog. So this is good for me. So thank you, cock. We’re going to be great friends. I have no plan to eat you, never did. However, I’m going to murder you dead. I will kill you. I will leave your limbs at the four corners of this property. Let’s just say if somebody orders two legs and two wings at a KFC, don’t bother. Just walk the perimeter. What I’m saying is….basically just be my valentine. You had me at….what the fuck is murdering a baby in the likeness of a throaty bird call hopped up on red bull.