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Hail Citizens!
Apologies for my late arrival.
I encourage you to slake your thirst for the hamburger throughout the calendar year and to the whims of your inner master. Time is indifferent to your diet.
Does the moon care whose flesh you chew in her silvery sight?
Will the tides not take you forever, whether or not you are filled with meat?
Since the great feathered hamburger first came down from the inscrutable sky and offered an antediluvian land sustenance; we have supped pleasurably from its corporal body. That sacrament is no more or less meaningful in a dusky November chill than it is in the gladsome noontide of May.
Throw your lips and teeth upon a hamburger only when you are ready,
and remember...FEAR burns at the hamburger's touch!
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