Firstly, I am listening to Chickenman. The images the title insinuates has little to do with the song. Good stuff but a little experiemental.
I know if a black cat crosses your path, beware, your best luck may not follow or so the superstition goes. Now what do you do if a black CHICKEN crosses your path? What if now, not only a black chicken crosses you, but a white chicken follows like some freaky ying yang shindig? As if this duo isn't weird enough imagine the roaming fowl crossing the road. They were like racing chickens or something, white won.
Now I know that I did hear a chicken the other day when Lindsey and I were hooking up the volleyball net. I heard the neighborhood tykes screaming "GET the CHICKEN, Get him!" "Cabawk Bacaw bacaw bacaaaaaaaaaw! Balk balk baulkcaw!!!" All of them sounded like junior agents for Colonel Sanders. Holy crap.
Derek and Lindsey also go around the house singing and miswording the song 'Malchik gay' as My Chicken.
And then I play zelda and the bird fiends surround me in Hitchcock patterns.
Is this a sign?
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