dear for peter and paul's sake diary,
i never met peter- but i knew a paul- and he was married to a pat- and they lived across from my grandma's farm down south- they were her closest neighbor. we used to go over there and fuck with them- on the count they were the only neighbors and my brother and i would get awful bored after grandpa died and they got rid of all the livestock. i was heartbroke when the chickens were all gone- i knew when we ate the last one and i couldn't do it. i couldn't. i smelled him cooking and i knew when i walked in. it smelled better than usual. i didn't eat it. i would have gagged. i know myself. could i have eatin on that chicken now? i dunno- could go either way. prolly not tho. my dad can eat shit he watches walk around- it doesn't bother him- see- it bothers me bad. i'd be a sucky assed hunter. i'd be the one to shoot a deer and take it in for medical attention. ima dork. oh by the way- i can't eat deer meat- just sayin. puhuke- or antelope- or bison- or elk- or none of that strange shit. no penguins- no pheasants- none of them tom sawyer animals- i like chicken, beef, pork, and turkey and cornish hens- which i think are tiny chickens- but i really don't know. my aunt barb told me my aunt mary made them squirrel for breakfast once- i would have laid an egg. that would have been IT for me. are you fucking kidding. my aunt mary was a trip tho. she often made gooseberry pie.
i never met peter- but i knew a paul- and he was married to a pat- and they lived across from my grandma's farm down south- they were her closest neighbor. we used to go over there and fuck with them- on the count they were the only neighbors and my brother and i would get awful bored after grandpa died and they got rid of all the livestock. i was heartbroke when the chickens were all gone- i knew when we ate the last one and i couldn't do it. i couldn't. i smelled him cooking and i knew when i walked in. it smelled better than usual. i didn't eat it. i would have gagged. i know myself. could i have eatin on that chicken now? i dunno- could go either way. prolly not tho. my dad can eat shit he watches walk around- it doesn't bother him- see- it bothers me bad. i'd be a sucky assed hunter. i'd be the one to shoot a deer and take it in for medical attention. ima dork. oh by the way- i can't eat deer meat- just sayin. puhuke- or antelope- or bison- or elk- or none of that strange shit. no penguins- no pheasants- none of them tom sawyer animals- i like chicken, beef, pork, and turkey and cornish hens- which i think are tiny chickens- but i really don't know. my aunt barb told me my aunt mary made them squirrel for breakfast once- i would have laid an egg. that would have been IT for me. are you fucking kidding. my aunt mary was a trip tho. she often made gooseberry pie.
