what was i thinking?

Fried chickens are an overgrown empire of enterprising means. I watch busy stressed fat men take their shots in the mouth, driving big metal plastic automobiles incorporating this eating of death. They exit onto highway rivers running wide, seeded, wild in an increasingly automated overflow. Their small faces that shrink in an explosion of technocratic, rationalizing binary morality plays... (written whilst hanging out at KFC, not eating as though, as i'm boycott the fuckers for all their past, present and future involvement in all kinds of ugly nastinessesses, especially but not in any way limited to, crimes against animals.)