Turkey, as in the bird.
NARIS EROTIC
"music to me is like sex/ it should always change and grow/ other than that you keep doing the same position over and over and over and over and over and over" ~Naris Erotic
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Naris Erotic. He speaks the harsh truth of reality.
Anything by Fellini ... or Disney.
BBC. I like their news, it's more balanced then their US counterparts.
I am writing my own. An excerpt, if you will:
Day 683 of My Captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ''good little hunter'' I am. The audacity!!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I over heard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released--and he seems more than willing to return! He is obviously unbalanced.
The bird has got to be an informant-- I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move.
The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe-- for now. But I can wait. For it is only a matter of time.
The dog catcher.