clyde the chicken

Im just a grade a Farm bought grass fed chicken trying to read stories as spicy as that kfc sauce they cooked my cousins in without anyone suspecting. I of course, am also extremely disappointed in myself for going from talking about dhar Mann and making up lame memes about him to reading dhar Mann x that one racist Karen fan fiction in my spare time. But what can I do? My hormones demand it and I fear that denying them of their pay will make me resort to losing saliva over Kristen Stewart all day along again, and that is a path I am not willing to go down ever again. Mainly because I became extremely dehydrated very quickly. I suppose the point to this story is that there is no point, that I have mentally deteriorated  and have fallen down a rabbit hole deeper than the one Alice fell into, but instead of finding the Cheshire Cat I've found Harry and Louis doing unspeakable things in a bathroom stall. And honestly? This wonderland is fucked up but it's my last resort as a little escape from the harsh reality where my cousins are being boiled in pans and eaten extra crispy, and I am next in line for the consumption cycle. Really, how bad could a little fanfic be for my mental health? 




Cue the foreboding music