For the love of chicken

by Jay   Dec 24, 2006


Picking up the pieces of a shattered glass heart that was once mine. The blood.. stains in the memories into my hands. Theres nothing left now... nothing left but..
a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
its half eaten...
you get mad...
a giant balloon comes out of the bucket, it infuriates you...
someone tricked you!
Now you know it must be Valentines day.

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