Wooden Pillow

cooking is like the company softball team for me and my sisters

Davey cheers us on

Thanksgiving pellet gun shoot

hope nothing ricochet's into my dog's face

national holidays are for national white trash pastimes: shooting bb guns, gluttony, and gossiping

with a family full of such charming and beautiful girls, the gossip we produce is superfine -$100.00 an ounce.

all the men have to be renegades and rebels. Come on, smoke this, drink this, shoot this. Don't slip into the dark side Nikki.

vanity meeting

food was terrific and hard to face with my mind full of bulimia

but, I Made It. Kept it all down. That was my thanksgiving present to Davey and the rest of them. I love you.

there was a wizard in the house

which one will it be today?

the Live Album(Kenny G Live) of course!

I couldn't help myself. I was drawn into the kitchen to fondle, mutilate, caress and molest the carcass.

It's sexy to me. It's morbid and greasy and it smells metalic jelly.

fingers plug into find holes in this wet mound of bones and cartilage. Oils are my friends. They help me strip the long, pinkish grey-brown meat from the rear end.

White meat is sliced like a lady.

So, it died. A family gnarled and ate it. But I still do appreciate the grotesque remains, for the sake of culture.

I fucking love America, and all its dirty dishes. dammit!

America is a beautiful process















































































































