Archive for February, 2015

Dream of Bacon

February 18, 2015

It’s like your most imaginary friend offers you his invisible hand to pull you up from the mud only to slap you back down the sludge of the earth. Guess I’ll have to shadow-wrestle with myself in the muck for the moment. And there are pigs here too. Someday these pigs will grow wings and I’ll ride the fattest and filthiest of them all. Hail, Sweetest of Swines! Let’s ride, you fat-ass beauty! Let’s ride into the fucking sunset and dream of bacon.

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