A broke hippie I know once said when you're down to peanut butter and restaurant crackers with no money for food, you make suck sandwiches. My approach is somewhat similar. I pick whatever's fresh and do my best to make it palatable and appealing. My life is suck salads. It could be worse.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
What Doesn't Matter
I learned there's an anatomical definition of meniscus. Perhaps I'd heard it before in reference to, or deference of, the patella. My left knee has been acting up today, my left shoulder blade more so. True, I'm a hypochondriac, but I'm also fat and angry, and that is why I'm having a heart attack. See how easy it is to die? To just sit here and allow the membranes to malfunction? Thinking of pigs: snorting, obese. Grotesquely human. Flesh to be pulled. Ribs,sternum. Pigs as angels hovering above fat, hungry humans snorting grotesquely. Pigs as angels relishing the irony of it all. Pigs as angels standing between the obese and Bayer aspirin. Pigs as angels smacking their lips in puddles of marinade.
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