On the Subject of Breakfast
I have played thief. I
have gone a-viking, and
I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine
(from various species of fowl)
I at this very moment delight in the taste of the
unfertilized gamete, and may I just say that these lifeless
cholesterol bombs go very well with fried tubers and zesty
strips of fatty swine.
life, my siblings.
Life is beautiful, and
the true colors of nature are shades and hues of sanguine blood.