The Faux Pas Press #122
Corndog Consequences
By Jason Fresh
03 January 2012
The consequences of following any thought into the prickly fields of action, these pretty consequences stick to karma like cornmeal sticks to a hotdog wiener. (I don’t know why I’ve decided to talk about wieners recently.) Consequences are deep fried with blistering oil and emerge like a corndog. They are wrapped in a napkin or two and served by a girl wearing a funny hat. Consequences transform, kill, eradicate, radiate, destroy, and open up new realities served with a refreshing glass of lemonade. They create new pathways to the summit where grand vistas are beheld. Afraid of consequences? Suck my wiener. I won’t suck on yours and I certainly won’t drink the lemonade.
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