Surrounded by Skin-Jobs…

The following correspondence originally took place upon the Facebook wall of my friend, Matt K…


Matt K.: everyone i meet is made out of meat

Whitney W.: what made you think of that?

Matt K.: all the people that i meet on the street are made of meat.

a stew of meat… all with hands and feet

Dickie M.: I have met a couple of lying sacks of shit…

Matt K.: meat rots best when covered in lye

Rayn: I like to call them “flesh bags,” or “skin bags,” although, lately, I’ve been leaning towards the term “skin jobs,” which is what the human beings in the series, “Battlestar Galactica,” called the robots that were able to make themselves appear human on the outside.

Matt K.: i like to call them sheep and eat them like lambs

Rayn: LOL. Yes. I enjoy calling them “sheeple,” instead of people, but I think I may have already told you about that one.

Tricia F.: everyone I meet is made out of stuffing