sexpigeon:

Dreams of pluckin’ chickens. Getting a chicken good and warm under a hair dryer, loosing its feather-bones from its feather-holes. Singing little songs to a chicken. Slapping a chicken on the butt for bok-bokking too sassily. Those little mental escapes we make from the city.

I don’t reblog sexpigeon often enough, but that’s because it’s like sharing dessert with everyone in the world, and I like dessert.
(that’s not even true, about dessert, I don’t really like it most of the time, but I can’t find the right words to say how much I love sexpigeon)

sexpigeon:

Dreams of pluckin’ chickens. Getting a chicken good and warm under a hair dryer, loosing its feather-bones from its feather-holes. Singing little songs to a chicken. Slapping a chicken on the butt for bok-bokking too sassily. Those little mental escapes we make from the city.

I don’t reblog sexpigeon often enough, but that’s because it’s like sharing dessert with everyone in the world, and I like dessert.

(that’s not even true, about dessert, I don’t really like it most of the time, but I can’t find the right words to say how much I love sexpigeon)

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  3. jeremyjohnstone said: Chickens are typically plucked using a low dosage of radiation sorta akin to getting microwaved. Random fact you learn in a Tyson foods factory. :(
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