Crazy talk
Two updated blogs in as many days? Crazy talk!
And so The Great Turkey Day has come upon us, and we make our ritual sacrifice to the Turkey Gods; our selves. Yes, we once again throw ourselves at the mercy of the turkey and in turn it only offers us lethargy and gluttony. Oh how we lap it all up, every last morsel. Oh woe to those who do not or know not some one who does not have a kiln to forge the golden idol to the Turkey God's, for they shall only know sorrow and will not abide in the gnashing of teeth on this great day. For deep within the Golden Idol lies the essence of the winner. Only those who can linger and grasp to their time in this cruel world are distinguished enough to become one with the turkey.
No abode will go with out having the blood of the Cran Klan beside the Golden idol, to remind us that their tarty ways in life was washed away in the great flood, and how sweet that is to our tongues. On the other side, a bowl with the congregation of lost teeth of the children from the past year. This is to remind us of the fragility of youthfulness. Year round the humble potato is a staple to our needs, and yet on this day we beat it with such vengeance that it has no choice but to lose its form. We were not provoked in any way, but the potatoes deserved it none the less. This is how we must react to the Turkey God's decisions, as the humble potato; for we have our uses and we are to be used.
With one type never enough for the Turkey Gods, sweet potatoes must also be served. Oh, the gods are never satisfied with one. For the first time the sweet potatoes were brought before the Turkey Gods, they turned and declared their new champion to be the sweet potato. This brought the potato green with envy, for it had been the champion for many a year. To this day the battle for supremacy still lives. After feeding our bodies and souls, it is time to feed out minds. The ultimate weapon to keep our minds safe is the most feared. Children, young and old, have been known to be possessed by demons just from hearing the name alone. The demons, hearing thy name, assault at the instant. They know all too well that a strong mind cannot be penetrated. They fear the worst and infect their target before it is too late. Remember, always remember to have your brussel sprouts first. They may taste like burning, but they save you from worse.
With all of the main events done and gone, a second offering is made. The Turkey Gods are satisfied, with the exception of paying homage to their honorable equal. No ritual is complete with out the offering to The Great Pumpkin. Again, another golden idol is brought out, and the sacrifice brought upon ourselves. The pie is what many people lust after, thinking only of its existence since the beginning of the day, stopping at nothing to get to it. Only such a sweet nectar of the gods could arouse such emotion from the masses.
But I digress. The only sin committed on these nights is not that we all gathered together and paid homage to all our darkest desires, but that for many, this is the only time a year we see each other.
And so The Great Turkey Day has come upon us, and we make our ritual sacrifice to the Turkey Gods; our selves. Yes, we once again throw ourselves at the mercy of the turkey and in turn it only offers us lethargy and gluttony. Oh how we lap it all up, every last morsel. Oh woe to those who do not or know not some one who does not have a kiln to forge the golden idol to the Turkey God's, for they shall only know sorrow and will not abide in the gnashing of teeth on this great day. For deep within the Golden Idol lies the essence of the winner. Only those who can linger and grasp to their time in this cruel world are distinguished enough to become one with the turkey.
No abode will go with out having the blood of the Cran Klan beside the Golden idol, to remind us that their tarty ways in life was washed away in the great flood, and how sweet that is to our tongues. On the other side, a bowl with the congregation of lost teeth of the children from the past year. This is to remind us of the fragility of youthfulness. Year round the humble potato is a staple to our needs, and yet on this day we beat it with such vengeance that it has no choice but to lose its form. We were not provoked in any way, but the potatoes deserved it none the less. This is how we must react to the Turkey God's decisions, as the humble potato; for we have our uses and we are to be used.
With one type never enough for the Turkey Gods, sweet potatoes must also be served. Oh, the gods are never satisfied with one. For the first time the sweet potatoes were brought before the Turkey Gods, they turned and declared their new champion to be the sweet potato. This brought the potato green with envy, for it had been the champion for many a year. To this day the battle for supremacy still lives. After feeding our bodies and souls, it is time to feed out minds. The ultimate weapon to keep our minds safe is the most feared. Children, young and old, have been known to be possessed by demons just from hearing the name alone. The demons, hearing thy name, assault at the instant. They know all too well that a strong mind cannot be penetrated. They fear the worst and infect their target before it is too late. Remember, always remember to have your brussel sprouts first. They may taste like burning, but they save you from worse.
With all of the main events done and gone, a second offering is made. The Turkey Gods are satisfied, with the exception of paying homage to their honorable equal. No ritual is complete with out the offering to The Great Pumpkin. Again, another golden idol is brought out, and the sacrifice brought upon ourselves. The pie is what many people lust after, thinking only of its existence since the beginning of the day, stopping at nothing to get to it. Only such a sweet nectar of the gods could arouse such emotion from the masses.
But I digress. The only sin committed on these nights is not that we all gathered together and paid homage to all our darkest desires, but that for many, this is the only time a year we see each other.