I send back good news from my journey through the internet.
the mcrib is back,” says mcdonalds. “furthermore, the mcrib is alive. it was always supposed to be alive.” beneath american cities moaning shambling mounds of shit and bone gradually coalesce. their suffering is infinite, and they are gradually taking on human form - to learn it, and to learn how to replace its parts with their own. had a mcrib lately? felt any inexplicable stomach upset lately?