Pig Gestalt

Due to pressure from rabid fans and the reinstatement of The Yetidrone, Incest has decided to resume writing his column, "pig gestalt" -- here is the most recent installment, do with it as you will.

Pig Gestalt '03

(a column by Incest)

Conundrum politics maintain even keel. Focus on forgetting
in order to avoid disappointment (and vote wisely). When
watching televideon, remember arsineon hallotember fault
lines in holocaust saltpeter to calm indignant traumameters.
Also, wear orange-tinted goggles.

Those with allegorical allergies would do well to use a just
brolly in sot hunshine and only walk on the left side of the
street, I mean the right. Seeing-eye gods leading the blind,
reading the spines of burnt bound volumes of empty rhymes,
can shine their mime riddles on another hood, ya dig.

In the meantime: batten down the hatches and
Pollocks up the daisies, it's going to be a long winter:

"...and when the Yeti get to painin',
then the good Lord send the rain in,
and drown that poor ole sasquatch
'til he's singing songs for Satan."