Josef the Romanian peasant is eating bread again (5 June 2011) – well actually “eat” is the wrong choice of verb – he’s stuffing slices of bread into his gob as far back as they can go, its as if he’s trying to stem the flow of blood from a point blank shotgun blast, you can actually see the top of his throat bulging. The finale involves churning the bread into a pulp, a churning motion almost, before swallowing hard with a thud. Sucking and spitting flecks of crust through his gap tooth poses no difficulty for this extra-terrestrial, and there’s little point in complaining because nobody gives a shit.
Today I imagined, at some length, Josef frying in an electric chair, a similar fate to Francis Bacon’s Pope Innocent.
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