Demon Chicken Rising Part I



This is what my nightmares are made of:::

Somewhere between two and three, long before the king makes his way around and up the eastern passages. Pitch black, cold sweat, everything still.

I am wondering why i'm awake; i am wondering if i'm awake.

And this is how my thoughts fly in my dreams; a corrugated-corduroy-chameleon game of one thought sliding into another:::

Asleep. I. am. awake. elsewhere.

But more importantly i catapult compound-thoughts such as:::

Nimbus. Nimbus. Shower. Shower. All. It. Takes. To. Save. The. Flowers.

and

Gnome. Smoking.

But they're just escapees from my asylum. And I feel something else is about to make its way out.

This must be the calm before the storm. The shaman singing maelstrom. This is taunting silence. A kiss-your-ass-goodbye moment. But already i can hear it, worse than batshriek; even wolfcry:::

.......cock-a-doodle-dooh.............

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Is it possible? Could it be him? Why am i dreaming of El Polo Diablo? Am i eating too much of Mang Teo's breaded chicken + shanghai fried rice + kuchay pie combo? Is the demon chicken back?