You'll never get me alive, Carlyle: An interview with Don Meatloaf. PART 1

It was the grease that got me excited. The burning fat that cradles our own survival. Grease, as I quickly concluded, is the life blood that fuels our society, bringing it to the lightning pace of the modern world. Besides providing the proper status needed to digest, it lubricates our own midi cables that connect and feed our mainframes. "Without the syrup and filling, the hole becomes a barren wasteland. Its purpose then becomes a gateway to utter and complete damnation," as they say. 

That being said, who better to share an afternoon with then Don Meatloaf? A man whose grease is as old as his first flu. 

For this exchange I will be going by the name Carlyle. This is for purposes affiliated with, but not entirely certain or secure, the "Elf Share"campaign.

-URGENT MESSAGE-

You'll never get me alive, Carlyle: An interview with Don Meatloaf. PART 1 will be continued at a later date and under the heading "You'll never get me alive, Carlyle: An interview with Don Meatloaf. PART 2" as I believe your current and immediate benefit at this point will consist of the elaboration of the "Elf Share" campaign.  

The Elf Share campaign is an underground movement concerning elves and their rights. The campaign suggests, if not implies, we all should share with an elf. Whether it be some of your leftover roll, a morsel of a thing, or a simple handshake. The goal here is to acknowledge elves as the backbone of our society. Holding us "sized" people up, mainly due to the stature of an actual elf. 

You'll never get me alive, Carlyle: An interview with Don Meatloaf

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