: The girl who cried wolf
Ah, humans, humans, humans. We jolly sailors on the mammal boat are many things on many levels, some sublime and some absurd, but it can't be denied that on at least one very basic level we are fundamentally beautiful, intricate machines for turning food into shit. In this frequent thought I am aided by the cat, who provides ample public demonstration of the general principle to an audience of two at 8pm every day. Darn it, I find myself thinking, there must be more to this eating lark. Perhaps this is why some people do it for profit, and some people claim to go without. But I was thinking of a subtler effect -- of cloves and cinnamon bark, cardamom pods and peppercorns.
( On spices, bodily fluids and the like; occasionally Bad and Wrong )
Ah, humans, humans, humans. We jolly sailors on the mammal boat are many things on many levels, some sublime and some absurd, but it can't be denied that on at least one very basic level we are fundamentally beautiful, intricate machines for turning food into shit. In this frequent thought I am aided by the cat, who provides ample public demonstration of the general principle to an audience of two at 8pm every day. Darn it, I find myself thinking, there must be more to this eating lark. Perhaps this is why some people do it for profit, and some people claim to go without. But I was thinking of a subtler effect -- of cloves and cinnamon bark, cardamom pods and peppercorns.
( On spices, bodily fluids and the like; occasionally Bad and Wrong )