Monday, December 21, 2020

PANCIT CANTON, ADOBO, CHICKEN WINGS atbp

It was the 20th of December and the feast day of St. Dominc of Silos, patron saint of prisoners and pregnant women, when the magic sleigh with 60,000 tons of gifts crash landed during a journey to Greenland, 118 kilos of Santa Claus tumbling into an arctic festival of raw seal liver and french pancakes in Kullorsuaq where Rabindranath Tagore is seducing Nukkanguaq's frozen libido with a sensual narration of the illicit affair between Sharmila's husband and sister, graphic illustrations of an intense cunnilungus between Mrinal the husband leaver and Kalyani who rejected a marriage proposal etched in snow to mark their liberation while a phantasm of  the horny widow Roopmatu played with herself and the northern lights, intoxicated with arsenic and envious of Kamala who thrived on a diet of an uncircumcised phallus that inspired Chandra to compose a poem for post-pubescent Amina's anticipated defloration to an enemy king as the men with funny caps assembled and feasted on chicken wings that were harvested from the puffin colony of Cape Farewell and done four ways, Madonna finally relinquishing the title of Material Girl to Manimala who was slaugthered by Hermogenes as commanded by El Patron, her meat mixed with beef from the holy cows of Kolkata, shipped to Buenos Aires and sold in Latuada's butcher shops where the goat meat for the Thursday Club originated and cooked into a dry but delectable adobo.

As Year 1 of the pandemic approach its conclusion, quarantined rats stirred when Psykhe squirted holy pee to bless an offering of silver-plated pancit canton, the hallucination of previous orgies bypassing Corylus as she preen before a sacrifice of reheated adobo to be reincarnated in a place of happiness where Psykhe was unbuttoned, her nipples torridly tounged to unmasked its pigment, frantic fingers feeling the countours of a wet honeypot where humans emerged before she was impaled on a huge erection, her infertile gonads sprayed with gallons of lust while the Phantom Bikers devoured fried chicken wings to compensate for a rained out Saturday.     


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