April 3, 2015

“There were chicken corpses buried in the basement. A man with a gray face threw plastic dome-encased roast chickens down the stairs. I caught the chickens in my arms and the plastic was still warm. I did not want to eat the chickens. But my stomach growled and I felt feverish. I ate the chickens while whispering Chicken corpse chicken corpse chicken corpse. I ate the meat with a spoon.”

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