somehow monarchist, corporate state cyberpunk, and middle America slow-collapse post US vibes all at once
Fell asleep on the hot couch after 15 beers, woke up chained to the fry station. Many such cases!
Once more unto the drive-thru, dear friends, once more;
Or close the heart up with our arterial plaque.
In sleep there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest sweats and incontinence:
But when the blast of hunger blows in our bowels,
Then imitate the action of the walrus;
Bloaten the chest, summon up the bile,
Disguise sweaty nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the maw a terrible aspect;
Let cry through the porridge of the head
Like the honeyed-booboo let the chins o'erwhelm it
As eagerfully as doth a balled cock
O'erhang and jutty his birdnested crotch,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful essences.
Now set the eyes and stretch the brow wide,
Hold hard the breath and send up every wheeze
To his full height. On, on, you noblest ‘merican.
Whose blood is fet from daughters of confederated war!
Daughters that, like so many fancy lads,
Have in these parts from noon till one snacked
And washed their balls for lack of laundry:
Dishonour not your fathers; now attest
whom you call'd fathers did open mouth kiss you.
Be copy now to dads of butted mud,
And teach them how to eat. And you, sexy father,
Whose dongs were sucked in Ohio, show us here
The strength of your mouth; let us know
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so lean and based,
That hath not bored lust in your eyes.
I see you nap like bulldogs in the prams,
Straining upon a shart. The order's up:
Follow your sorrow, and upon this combo meal
Cry 'Go Large’ for Onion Rings, Whoppers, and Ranch Dressing!'
- Henry V at Anginacourt
