The procreative urge, the desire to experience and be experienced, to achieve an earthly immortality—this awesome force, this irresistible truth of existence, is funneled into the North Dakota barbecue championship.
The pigs are star-cross'd lovers destined to be consumed. Nevertheless, they meet and mate, and bring forth new
This is the stuff of myth. The edible Phoenix! Prometheus chaining himself to the rock that his liver—liver, ribs, whatever—may be perpetually consumed, replenished, and reconsumed!
2 comments:
haha. i'd love to eat the bar-b-que from the heart :)
Like a more obscene "Romeo and Juliet."
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