Salivating over a slab of herbed lardo, i peer deep into my own essence, a tear forms in the corner of my eye as i begin to slice. Happy days. Then the bread, nothing fancy, just real bread, the way its been for thousands of years up until recently. But i got some, and now the tear falls off the tip of my nose. Two nice chunks, one Vacherin and one Taleggio, and the floodgates have been breached. Fuck the wine.
I live to love the following things: cornichons, morels, chanterelles, bluefoots, porchinis, albas, real breads, swiss vacherin, taleggio, ricotta salata, appenzeller, lardo, titos handmade, overripe fruit, avocados, tarragon, cilantro, black beans, really old balsamic, agrumatos, white truffle oil, grain mustards, kressi essig, pork fat, imperial pints, viniagrettes, garganelli, escolar, redfish, seabass, mackarel, creme fraiche, aoili, beurre blanc, beets, real tomatoes, squashes, garlic chives, meyer lemons, chestnuts, watermellon, animal bones, charcuterie plates, good germanic sausages, dashi, sesame oil, real chocolate, and women.
There are pesticides in everything and hormones too and herbicides and insecticides and fertilizer and just petroleum in general. Why not just find a way to turn oil into something we can digest. doesnt matter if it tastes good or not cus no one in this country has any sense of smell left. just put some oil sugar and salt in a pot, mix it up and fill up some diet caffeine free coca cola bottles with it. i swear, no one would know the difference. then in 100 years we can just connect the oil pipelines to our watersupply and drink oil right out of the tap. i wonder if it would have to be chlorinated. probably.
iicky absorbs everything it repels. iicky is everything its not and cant be told otherwise. iicky is invisible and loves to be seen. iicky is a slave and a king. iicky is none of these things.
