Experimental pig

We saved a pig today. We put a stent in his heart. He lived and prospered.

We saved a pig today. We put a stent in his lung. He snorted, and breathed more easily.

We saved a pig today. We put a bean in his kidney. Somehow the bean helped – we’re not sure why. He was able to piss more freely.

We may have aided a pig today. We injected antibiotics into his infected rectum. He was not pleased with the needle, but soon his manic dancing subsided.

We tampered with a pig today. We injected liquefied mascara into his eyeball corners. He was not at all pleased with our efforts. He shed inky tears for an uninterrupted fifty-two minutes.

We fucked with a pig today. We jammed up the villi in his small intestine. I insisted on raspberry jam. The pig made constipated baby faces, and flatulated long and wetly.

We really screwed with a pig today. We filled his ears with wine and his gallbladder with nickels. We sprinkled confetti along his corpus callosum, and wood shavings down his esophagus. He sank to the ground and rolled gently back and forth in agony.

We killed a pig today. After the killing we impaled his carcass on a long thick metal skewer and rotated it above a fire for ten hours, occasionally mopping the meat with honey-apple glaze. At the end of ten hours we sliced off pieces and ate sweet pork sandwiches on the sand, by the tide, under the full grinning moon.

~ by kingzoko on September 15, 2014.

One Response to “Experimental pig”

  1. sounds familiar… 😉

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