Day 858: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: peacock

Peacock crosses the street to talk with the chicken, the chicken turned steak, blood turned blue. Tap for the tenderness, a tap for the rareness, to make sure this meat is going be ready to be fully satisfied, fully absorb, growth hormones that make me horny. Peacocking to find my mate, a bird to share breakfast with as if I was in my own paradise, a parasite of beauty, a parasite of the lack of tomfoolery. A virus, an uptick, an empty shelf that once had groceries, head for the hills, head for the mountainside, hide your IP, dislodge your sphincter, cause the sphinx has spoken, unleashed the magical treats down below, secrets within the hidden valley, secret tech gone to the mystics, the holistic, tapped down the chamber, smell the aromatherapy of the flying shells, it’s going be a gooder, it’s going be a doer, talk about an almighty day. Peacocking my feathers dry, fluffing the weather of the shoulders with a little shake, a little wobble, a little merry go around, as the flight comes from the feathers.

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