Friday, February 2, 2007
Chicken Boy and the Holy Cleavite
People often say to me, “DB1, tell me, what is Holy Cleavite?”
And I do not answer.
Because, like the Zen Master Douche Lee, words can not adequately express this spiritual notion. It must be ascertained on a higher level of consciousness.
And by “higher level of consciousness,” I speak, of course, of the DB1’s head buried within its cavernous subterrane grottos.
This dude looks like a cross between a mutant animal from The Island of Doctor Moreau and the chicken-girl from Tod Browning’s Freaks. I don’t know whether to make fun of his shirt or toss him pellets for lunch.
