Pinatas.com, submitted by Hateful Universe. There is a deep-rooted human reaction of revulsion to indications of decay. Rotten fruit and moldy food can cause your gorge to rise, while the maggot-eaten desiccated corpses of animals may cause you to recoil in actual fear. This reaction extends for me to the streamer-festooned carrier of chaos known as the piñata. Rupture its papier-mâché hide and candy or other treats spurt out in carrion geysers to scatter randomly across the floor and inspire an orgy of scrambling madness from nearby children. Fuck that. Fuck this:
Clowns are no picnic either, but at least the real live ones can occasionally listen to reason. This bulge-headed vessel in which pure madness rides will hang mutely ignoring my please for a bit of sanity. Instead it will stare with no emotion or thought while blindfolded brats hammer away at its flank trying to rend it open. When they do the candy will cascade out, never even having a chance to assemble into a perfect presentation of culinary treats. Lost to the abyss forever.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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