On a wing and a beak and a claw.
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.













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