

Happy Harvest Chicken DayChapter NaughtHappy Harvest Chicken Day
**The following, whatever is legible as of now, is a description of our crazed imaginations. This is what you can accomplish if you would only apply that large, kinda squishy, grayish matter that keeps trying to ooze out your damn ears since it’s been abused and in storage for so long. However, even you, and perhaps some intelligent humans are also reading this, this, this blasphemy of sanity, will enjoy and perhaps, just perhaps learn something from this future piece of history. What began as harmless chicken eating and wholesome TV. (A documentary, of sorts with an ohmiholysexyasalldamnyoucouldi


just read itConsequences questioned in a hierarchy mind searching for the answers I was never meant to find. Looking past illusion and the world as it may seem misinterpretations of your fucked reality. Succumbing to deception, void all protests in my heart coming round full circle, end back up at the startjust read it


Wishful ThinkingShe always wanted to know what it was like. If it was as wonderful as they all said. She\'s grown up with the belief that it is a sin, and that by doing it she\'d go straight to hell. But she doesn\'t care. More and more of her friends seem to be doing it, so it can\'t be that bad, can it? Her cheeks redden as she finds herself questioning her decision once again.Wishful Thinking
Sighing, she closes and locks her bedroom door. There will be no interruptions. Her parents are at work, but the added security of the locked door seems to calm her nerves a bit. Half turned, she looks out of the corner of her eye to her bed, where it is lying in wait