COIL-WIRE WITH A CURRENT RUNNING THROUGH IT
michael j. martin
You spent all those years studying under Wolfgang learning how to cook various incarnations of duck and you end up at some lower-side joint flipping over-seasoned zombie patties—I mean, geeze. The rules of chefing go something like: you cook what’s dead. What isn’t dead, you kill, and cook, cook well, and serve. You don’t double-kill. You do not double-kill. The whole human coil issue lapsed a decade ago when the President’s aunt’s nephew’s cousin was caught eating a young man who had written a note stating he wanted to be eaten in the event of his untimely death. The police and politicians and the mothers against drunk drivers and father’s against pornography groups discovered the fact that this cousin had killed this young man, and the defense attorney said the case was this this this and that that that—lawyer talk I don’t know, but it boiled down to the note said in his untimely death, and murder is definitely untimely, no one has a timely murder, and if they do, then it wasn’t anything to be grumpy over, it was on time. Someone said the note said being eaten to death had erotic properties in some document like the I-ching, or the Tao something, or, no one is sure, but by Fall everyone was trying it. Soon you had people translating books and inserting stuff in where you had Bob Hope and Thomas Jefferson eating Adam ribs in ads like Lucy and Desi smoking cigarettes in technicolored commercials. I’m telling you.
Michael J. Martin