On the Subject of Breakfast

I have played thief. I have gone a-viking, and I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine linings. (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. red/after oxygen blue/before.