chickens
Rating: 13 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyConnect chickens to writing through their feathers which were once used to make quills.
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| First text | on May 25th 2000, 03:05:11 wrote rahelab about chickens  | 
	
| Latest text | on Jan 22nd 2008, 16:33:38 wrote steffi about chickens  | 
	
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on Jan 22nd 2008, 16:33:38 wrote  | 
	
Connect chickens to writing through their feathers which were once used to make quills.
We decided one night that we do indeed believe in the Pimp Chicken... there he is, up in the sky, stretched out across the universe like fog over the Mississippi, and here we are, milling around like ants at his feet, and we wish upon the stars that are the rhinestones on his jacket, and fruitlessly try to control the destiny he has already predetermined for us in his all-jazz infinite hip-jive.
My friend lives in the basement apartment of two chicken raising lesbians. One of the chickens slowly developed the features of a Rooster. After research and an e-mail to one of the leading Poulty scientists of America, they learned their chicken's gender transgression had been caused by an ovarian cyst.
The chicken in question was consequently dubbed »Chooster,« as an allusion to the animal's non-gender-identifying status.
Another shazam fact to amaze your friends: Some dinosaurs were smaller than chickens.
my aunt said when the world is coming to it's end, she will have tended chickens. And she'll go through the streets screaming »I've got the Chickens!« (of course, she'd have eggs and stuff like that too.)
it was early. chickens were in the street. a detective was at the door, oh my. i crawled to the window one thousand stories old. looking out, i saw specks of tiny color moving this way and that in apparent abandonment. here and ther were forest animals raising hell with a minister from the palace. a wedding was in progress. no plains or mountains couls be seen. a beautiful blond playing i've lost mu pussy entered and just as abruptly left the green-gold pulsating chamber. a blue rat as big as alaska floated by on a raft and i began to disappear.
After you've set your chickens free, you should join up with the garden gnome liberation front.
Imagine a poem in which a chicken continually interrupts the democratic process.
An unspeakable chicken.
The chicken of our bad dream.
The one we woke up from, our mouths dry...
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