transcendence
Originally uploaded by just john.
Grabbing what’s left of food in my house, I pick up corn dogs. I have a box of 16, non-individually wrapped wiener-things. I glance at the box and notice it says “chicken hot dogs.” I’ve had 8 or 9 of the 16 and enjoyed them. After reading this, I can’t stomach one more…I guess I’m just scared beaks have been macerated in there. Weird, but I never claimed not to be. Self Portrait attached.
Filed under: john kester, obtuse, hot dogs, self-portrait, weird
