i saw a chicken . calla
Sept 26, 2020 3:05:42 GMT -5
Post by cass on Sept 26, 2020 3:05:42 GMT -5
C L A R K E
Okay, I'm setting the scene-
Thursday night the sun is kissing the horizon like a glowing bud of the greatest weed you can get in district two. The sun is throwing me a cheeky little wink as I sit underneath a tree not too far away from the Strauss mansion but like far away enough that those peacekeepers can't see me. I'm sure they can smell the delightful scent of sweat and 420 blaze in the air, but we'll let that one slide.
So anyway, I'm sitting there minding my own business (not really. I'm trying to figure out what's going on in that house. Got to find that Toby kid for Bailey- I'm still sure he's dead. I'll report back to Bailey and let him know that he's dead. It's really the only thing that could be going on). Picture this, bud in hand, lips parted like a thirsty whore waiting for that next sip of beer and it happens.
A mother fucking chicken just walks out of the bushes.
I swear I wasn't that high, but bruh I was high so I could be lying, but I'm not. There was a chicken. Bright as the fading sunlight, mixed into the gloom of a chilly night breeze and blurry red-ringed eyes.
A fucking chicken.
So, I was hungry, I'm not gonna lie and I tend to see the things I want when I'm feeling a little peckish. But on my ma's grave, I was not craving chicken, a bagel yes? Maybe a few peanuts? Hells yeah, who doesn't want a little thrill and anaphylactic shock to finish off their week. Get me out before Monday starts, am I right?
"I'm telling you the truth, Bailey," I lean onto the edge of the couch, resting my head on my arm as I peer up at my roommate. I've just spent the last twenty? No, thirty minutes telling him about this chicken. "Beady red eyes and one of those-" I lift my a hand up putting it on my head like a fin and wiggling the fingers around. "Those things, ya know? The red flappy bit of wrinkled skin. Like ya know with turkey's how they have the neck flap that wobbles when they gobble? Yeah but like with this chicken it was on its head, bruh."
Look, I don't think he believes me, sometimes I say some weird things. I get it, but I'm telling the truth. I think.
"Oh, and I'm like totally sure that Tobio is dead."
But honestly that news ain't as important as my chicken.
Thursday night the sun is kissing the horizon like a glowing bud of the greatest weed you can get in district two. The sun is throwing me a cheeky little wink as I sit underneath a tree not too far away from the Strauss mansion but like far away enough that those peacekeepers can't see me. I'm sure they can smell the delightful scent of sweat and 420 blaze in the air, but we'll let that one slide.
So anyway, I'm sitting there minding my own business (not really. I'm trying to figure out what's going on in that house. Got to find that Toby kid for Bailey- I'm still sure he's dead. I'll report back to Bailey and let him know that he's dead. It's really the only thing that could be going on). Picture this, bud in hand, lips parted like a thirsty whore waiting for that next sip of beer and it happens.
A mother fucking chicken just walks out of the bushes.
I swear I wasn't that high, but bruh I was high so I could be lying, but I'm not. There was a chicken. Bright as the fading sunlight, mixed into the gloom of a chilly night breeze and blurry red-ringed eyes.
A fucking chicken.
So, I was hungry, I'm not gonna lie and I tend to see the things I want when I'm feeling a little peckish. But on my ma's grave, I was not craving chicken, a bagel yes? Maybe a few peanuts? Hells yeah, who doesn't want a little thrill and anaphylactic shock to finish off their week. Get me out before Monday starts, am I right?
"I'm telling you the truth, Bailey," I lean onto the edge of the couch, resting my head on my arm as I peer up at my roommate. I've just spent the last twenty? No, thirty minutes telling him about this chicken. "Beady red eyes and one of those-" I lift my a hand up putting it on my head like a fin and wiggling the fingers around. "Those things, ya know? The red flappy bit of wrinkled skin. Like ya know with turkey's how they have the neck flap that wobbles when they gobble? Yeah but like with this chicken it was on its head, bruh."
Look, I don't think he believes me, sometimes I say some weird things. I get it, but I'm telling the truth. I think.
"Oh, and I'm like totally sure that Tobio is dead."
But honestly that news ain't as important as my chicken.
K E N T