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ON HOW I MET MUTATED CHICKEN 

"I hold myself fortunate on account of once having one of those godly creatures, living in a coop of my grandparents’ remote suburban home in my not so remote childhood. The chicken, with an underdeveloped third leg, was destined to become the ontological precursor of my artistic essence and later the centerpiece of my artistic opus. The iconic 'stink eye' of the mutated chicken, is a copy of my own facial mimic that I in my childhood repetitively expressed towards others when they failed to fulfil my desires."

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