The Adventures Of Psycho-Chicken

Brrr, Its cold. Where am I? This coop is rather strange, and why is my head hurting??
This is strange, very strange. A moment ago I was rutting happily with, hmm what was her, oh fuck it, one of the chicks, and the now I'm here. I feel like I've gone cuckoo.
Is this the after-life??? Or is this just some kind of purgatory, after which the Great Cock up there will welcome me into his coop, with St. Peter at the poultry gates. Wait a minute, the last that i remember, I was an atheist. Oh Fuckakakakadooooo!!!!!!!!!!

The company here is rather strange. Theres some vegetables here, and containers of BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is this hell??? But whywhwhywhywhywhy????? I was such a good little rooster and I grew up to be a big horny cock, isn't that what good poultry are supposed to do??

I wonder what awaits me now. Demons, maybe if I've been bad enough then a rendezvous with the big bad cock, Satan himself. Woah, theres light, and its a little too bright and white in here. Aaaargh. But now theres place to walk. Let me run out.

Oh fuck, this must be hell, theres big demons breathing smoke, and some of them holding long poking things theyre using on theat big platform, and theyre laughing and shouting, ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Well, I wasnt top cock of the coop for nothing, I'll show these demons what im made of. Ill charge right at them, give them the pecking of their lives. Cock-a-doodle-dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See, how that big one jumps around, where are you going, chicken????

Aaargh, somethings got me, well atleast i went down fighting, aaaaa!!!! where am I going . Pukwaaakaaaaaaa.....................

And a plate of chilli chicken was served.

I dont think it went down very well.


Based on a real incident.

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Now playing : Vishnu - Shadows of a Bright Moonlight

Now Reading : Swithin's workshop journal, from which I have to copy 5 experiments, damn last minute work.

Now Feeling : How would you feel when you have to write 5 boring experiments in one night.

One thing I hate.

Of many that is. I do hate a small number of things, and this is a recent addition, or is it.
What am I talking about???? Alright, what I hate, really hate is that small bit of time, when you're awake, not really sleepy,but just ready to fall asleep, awaiting that wave of drowsiness to hit you. Your eyes are closed, you're lying in a comfortable position and most importantly you try and keep your mind blank, but still the sueño bueno eludes you. And its exactly at this moment that all the one thing that you don't want to think of, the one thing that depresses you, moves right into the empty space in your head. And the worst part is that it just won't go, not until you actually fall asleep, which generally takes a while.

Its stuff like this that makes me dread going to sleep, unless I'm really drowsy, or any other situation where I have nothing at all to do or even think off.

So, sleep on.

Counting sheep doesn't help, because the sheep generally turn into whatever it is you don't want to think of but are unfortunately thinking of.



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Now playing: Shakti - Get Down And Sruti

Now Reading : Just finished Charles Burn's Black Hole, but nowadays I'm reading Feynman's Lectures.

Now Feeling : Sleepy. OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!