Whatever you do, don't meet them offline. They won't be sexy. And they won't be single.
By a street, my preferred fast food outlet is McDonald's Family Restaurant. When I'm eating the delicious food that you find at McDonald's I feel such a gamut of things. Sick in the guts is not one. At McDonald's I can enjoy the benefits of my humanity. I want fries with that. My sense of being an upright creature with a fine standing is that my carriage should be fueled by love. it is the love that goes into making a McDonald's meal that fills me with some things. Somethings are best left on the plate. Sick in the guts is not one. It is the love that I am eating when I bite into one of their burgers. Sick in the guts is not one. I can honestly sit here and tell you that I love to eat love. And yes, I want fries with that. Bring back capital punishment. I want fries with that. I want to see fries. Potatoheads are best fried. I feel no guilt about executing my own. The meat in this piece: McDonald's Family Resaurants. Their charitable work in the community is altruism in its purist form. An Altruism Thickshake, Large. I want fries with that and sick in the guts is not one thing, it's many. Ronald McDonald in the kitchen? Any clowning around in the kitchen is always a good thing. A kitchen in a restaurant is a place for clowns. Clowns belong being lots of things in lots of places. Sick in the guts is not one. It's very popular to belittle the family restaurant. I love the Family and I love the Restaurants. I love family restaurants. The Family and the Restaurant: equal.
Because I am an artist, I am above much that is beneath me, including the vulgarity of advertising. Buy New Things. It has been evident to me for quite some time now that, this world is a terrible place to live. Buy Flowers at a Florist. For what it is worth, I am well aware that I need to work on myself, as is customary. Buy a Mirror at a Glazier. I, above anyone else, know full well that nobody can hold a candle to my enlightened moral beliefs. Buy Anything Here. It’s known to too few that I am kept regular by my delicious moral fibre. Turn up to Work or You’ll be Fired. Despite my excellence, I always have some time for others with poorer vision. Get Spectacles. Look, I’m not one to ask more from others than I would of myself. Buy Stationary to Write with. My keyboard is stuck in my gullet and I am an idiot. I can honestly say that writing and advertising: opposite.
I blame computer speak. I typed ROFLMFAO. (Rolling on the floor laughing my fucking arse off). Fell of my chair. Onto the floor. Got up. Only to find. My bum was gone. It had fallen off too. I'd laughed the fucking thing off. Literally! Computer speak is real. Be very careful. Take it seriously. The consequences of not? My pants kept slipping off. With no lovely bum cheeks to hold them up? What else was going to happen? I needed a new bum. No idea. Tried the Yellow Pages online. Not happy Jan! Finally found an adult sex shop. Fought off eighteen gay men to buy the only plastic bum left. And stuck some fluff to it. Gays and Straights? Opposites.
Cliches? They're all wrong. Any parent will tell you if you've made your bed you don't lie in it. You'll only have to make it again. And it's probably the first time you have made it for ages if you're a child. Your parents will be so happy, they'll proably turn your bedroom into a museum. Carpenters are allowed to lie in the beds they made because they just make the wooden parts. And tube makers. They just make the steel parts. But not children. Cliches and the truth? Opposites.
It may well be Easter. But forget organised religion. Franchises are the way to go. Go to a KFC and pray to the Colonel. Get his secret recipe for a rich life. Spice up your wallet. Put burning hot fries down your undies. Fuck a chicken. Up its bum. Franchise stuffed chickens. But don't write Stuffed. Market them as cats. Set up a shop in Chinatown. With posters. Of crucified cats and chickens. With the easter bunny mocking them. Saying die species. Die. Just die. Let us enjoy commercialism. Stop trying to make Easter it's something it's not. Come down from your kitty litter box if you are who you say you are. Huh. Knew it. The real meaning of Easter and KFC? Opposites. The easter bunny and chocolate Jesus? Equals. Fries and communion wafers? No idea.