Wednesday, December 21

the foot.

ugh.
check out this mummified, mammalian,
and extremely festy extremity.
teleport to the future:
c'mon.
this dirty dollop of deceased beast rested in pieces
right under our house until late last week, neighbors.
for real.
i'm pretty sure it's my new good luck charm.
as a matter of fact,
i'm even thinking of getting one of those mirror-bottomed
gilded glass cases to enshrine it in.
yeah.
a first class reliquary for a third-rate foot.
y'know,
with some long-taped candles and an offering box an' that.
i mean,
we need to do something with all this brand-new
extra space in the previously-named nothing room, right?
why not rep a battle-beast chapel,
dedicated to the dessicated spirits and memories
of the woodsly goodness.
don't even try to act like that's not dope.
...because it SO is, duders.
what i really want to know is-
what kind of foot IS it?
who can tell me?
i'll name the shrine after you if you fill in the blanks.
yes i will.
*
false idols and animal spirits and sh!t.
we rep the old ways, y'all.
the nordic lightning-striking viking ways.
werewolf shapeshifter ghost circle jauns, even.
it's what's up,
it's what's happening;
never quiet, never soft.....

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