LEV GORN

A man contemplates a thing for many years but people don’t see it because they take him at face value and he seems to be the same person picking his nose and looking cross-eyed at Jersey girls but he is incubating. And it may take decades to hatch but when it cracks it feels like a storm got loose, and everyone is appalled and offended and up in arms and even a little jealous of this weird yellow fuzzy twerp, but the twerp knows that he will never go back to who he was because his house is broken and it was way too small anyway. And yes, ok, he is still the same person somewhere deep down where the conscious mind doesn’t live, but that is irrelevant because as a bones-and-meat person he’s been swallowed and crapped out and marinated and breaded and deep-fried, so that now, ok, yes, he is still a chicken, but not like with the feathers and going bak-bak.