Sneezing out chicken guts is a very strange experience. Luckily it wasn't real. I had a dream last week that I blew my nose and felt something solid came out. I opened the tissue and there were miniature chicken guts in it – a whole liver, intestines, and heart. I thought about it for days – what could it mean? After intense analysis, I finally figured it out. I have a chicken snorting fetish.
I wrote this as a joke, and I thought it was hilarious. But when I showed it to Ruobing yesterday her first reaction was to wonder what other fetished I've successfully hid from her these past 4 years. I read it again, and while I still think it is funny I got the uncomfortable feeling that it might be one of those things that is funny for the wrong reason...marginal insanity.
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- I hate dogma, and have a deep and instinctive disrespect for joiners. That said I understand why many of us are, and I see the value in it. I could have been anything, and I have chosen to be me instead. I will write a novel sometimes in the next decade, but I won't do it until I find an idea worth pouring myself into and can reconcile why I want to write with what I believe it should accomplish.
1 comment:
I think it's hilarious! And you're no less sane than the rest of us. Wait a minute, that's probably not saying much. ;) CT
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