For the love of Minimal
Legend has it that a few diehard chicks, led by their plucky Generalissimo made good their escape, after stowing away on a Chinese spacecraft. They have taken a solemn vow to return one day, wearing jackboots with steel toecaps.
If you cock an ear, on a quiet windless night, the sound of clucking can be heard from the dark side of the moon, where an army of fanatical cobblers hammer out their dream of revenge.
If you cock an ear, on a quiet windless night, the sound of clucking can be heard from the dark side of the moon, where an army of fanatical cobblers hammer out their dream of revenge.
"When the day of chickening comes, victory shall be ours.
We shall herd the humans into cages,
make them squat in a space the size of A4 paper,
snip off their beaks
and after 47 days hang them upside down
in an electrified bath before we slit their throats.
Then we shall open
a global restaurant chain called Kentucky Fried Human"
--Generalissimo Motherclucker
We shall herd the humans into cages,
make them squat in a space the size of A4 paper,
snip off their beaks
and after 47 days hang them upside down
in an electrified bath before we slit their throats.
Then we shall open
a global restaurant chain called Kentucky Fried Human"
--Generalissimo Motherclucker
