воскресенье, 19 октября 2008 г.

chilis boneless buffalo wing recipe




So
he was running in the beginning,
running to put the shrieks and screams and moans and yells and cries for god behind him.
but they were all over really, in front and to the side, and everytime he dodged what looked like what was once a person,
the sounds followed.
there was the pounding sound of frenzy in the streets. In the city. And gunshots rang out of all caliber.
the police, well, the police were probably no more, and now it was every citizen for himself.
it was him, on his own for himself.
he tucked into an alley, the flames of a nearby car wreck tickling his face, making the sweat bead beneath his shirt as it trickled down. How long had this been going on for? he shut his eyes and leaned against the brick of the boutique shop, how long had he been running and putting foot to pavement?
there has to be a way out. He couldnapos;t take anymore of this frantic state of being. He peeked around the corner, eyeing the street with suspicion, it was quiet now.
just the roar and snap of the fire.

something lurched in his peripheral, he hadnapos;t checked the alley to make sure that it was clear.
wet hands grabbed his shirt, tugging at it impatiently and blindly.
there was meat there.
he pulled away and the arms grabbed his body, one high on his back and the other just below his sternum. And they pulled.
they pulled with a force that they had always really had, but never used because when there were meat markets and grocery stores that provided all that was once hunted, you didnapos;t need the hidden strength of man.
it was not until your mind was rotten with disease and your other senses were blocked that you overcame the phsyical obstacle you never though possible.

like digging your broken dirty nails into fabric and flesh
and ripping it all away.
like peeling a banana really, easy when you want it THIS BAD. Sucking and teething on the piece of meat, the tongue half gone already working its way into the flesh, pulling and tugging.
and there was the sound of pain and gurgling, and rush after rush of hot blood.
hot and steamy and you bury your face deep into it, licking the bone clean and wanting more than anything to crack through to the organs just hiding beneath it.

and thatapos;s what itapos;s all about.




yeah.
i got excited.
today was a good day
nothing seems to get me down.

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