An amazing tale of life written in the view of two gay chickens.
We watch the other animals neigh, moo, and oink. They are all jealous. Because we are the only ones on the farm who can flap our wings. The pig can't. That cow can't. Moonby the Horse can't. Like Nietzche and I said, who, by the way, is a very good painter, we are the epic structure of modern life, and as we strive down the road to perdition, we find a light that guides our path, in ever-twisting turns that create a vile existence of the third kind.
Some may wonder just how much chickens think. We think alot. The reason for that is, believe it or not, because we look so stupid that there just HAS to be a reason behind it. Well this is it. Nietzche was used to be a chicken owned by Einstein. Einstein always had trouble counting when he was six years old. If you didn't already know, he had an early-age learning disability. Then Nietzche showed him how to do it all. Multipy, Addify, Subtractify, Dividify, Ratify, Supafly, and the rest. Can you beat that? I think not.
Since 1983 have we been undermining our existence, following a path to irresistable stupidity, leaving behind chickenpoo and wisdom, wondering which one the farmer will find. It's usually the chickenpoo.
Nietzche once told me that the point of life of a chicken is to give the owner either an egg of solidity, or an egg of intelligience. Yet again, the farmer goes for the solid egg, leaving himself as ignorant as a cow. Not that all cows are ignorant, of course not. But most are, and when you find the smart one she's usually busy.
I guess you could say that our existence just creates frictional waves in the existence of humans. More than eight billion of us are slaughtered a year. We are more than humans, more than clucking pests. We are chickens. We are chickens who coexist with each other, unlike the Germans, who continue to cause trouble. F*ck them.
Written by an untainted chicken.
Some may wonder just how much chickens think. We think alot. The reason for that is, believe it or not, because we look so stupid that there just HAS to be a reason behind it. Well this is it. Nietzche was used to be a chicken owned by Einstein. Einstein always had trouble counting when he was six years old. If you didn't already know, he had an early-age learning disability. Then Nietzche showed him how to do it all. Multipy, Addify, Subtractify, Dividify, Ratify, Supafly, and the rest. Can you beat that? I think not.
Since 1983 have we been undermining our existence, following a path to irresistable stupidity, leaving behind chickenpoo and wisdom, wondering which one the farmer will find. It's usually the chickenpoo.
Nietzche once told me that the point of life of a chicken is to give the owner either an egg of solidity, or an egg of intelligience. Yet again, the farmer goes for the solid egg, leaving himself as ignorant as a cow. Not that all cows are ignorant, of course not. But most are, and when you find the smart one she's usually busy.
I guess you could say that our existence just creates frictional waves in the existence of humans. More than eight billion of us are slaughtered a year. We are more than humans, more than clucking pests. We are chickens. We are chickens who coexist with each other, unlike the Germans, who continue to cause trouble. F*ck them.
Fin
Written by an untainted chicken.
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