Thursday, 22 November 2007


When the Buyaka's depleted or at least its effects, when Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors make you upchuck a 360-degree transparent saw wrapped in video paper you're induced on and which flanks down onto a launch pad that leads up into your last virgin pore, when the Patterns Eating Rally that we went to and died at remains forever over and we're all still alive, when this state's Fried Limestone karst fur blinds my runs for objective collection but which we keep on eating from b/c it tastes like such a novel Jelly, when the Ethereal Static gets like terminally sharp and it can't be freed up w/ whatever proto-redundant analogs for Protein Water offer b/c "they" Might Contain a Milk Ingredient, wiggers look we sound branded here eat this.

With Finite Love for my plural thou beyond the Lame Floss of Hyperial Static Cache, Chef Plant decries this common Storm Eating Receipt:

2 cups plain yogurt
1 red apple, minced
5 tablespoons fresh ginger, minced
1 tablespoon brown sugar
1 cup pulpy orange juice
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1 cup tornaydo beans, boiled and juiced

Mix vigorously, consume quickly

Sans tornahdo beans, the rest is enough if u just want to smell cloud.

1 comment:


Cheers Justin. When I feel like eating again, I'll give it a go.