I’ve written so much nonsense lately and decided today i should write something with substance for a change. I’ve decided to write on one aspect of the human condition. I’ve decided its time to give my piece. Today, in our modern world, quamer loo. Pardo loo burn. Snorky shandle sherry cherry morty mundle merry berry. In my first prize box hides a rat, in my other, a little bat. Batty boo, lolly la. In the dinner we eat fish, in the lunch a little dish: apples mixed with bread and liver, poured into a festive bowl, filled with one cup mashed up rice and two cups gravy extra fucking nice. Beef broth cooked into a tar, black and burned and stinking hard. Throw in a fiddle til its tender, chop the strings up use the blender, roasted corn-cake blasted ham, long billed bird-dick flavored jam. Tape a pillow in a shirt, 2 spoons sugar 1 lb shit, let that stand for about 1 hour take a taste test its real poop. You’ll need a horse leg bone and two cups tea, one old man with drainable knee. Four quarts dirt and 3 dozen stick, so every luncher has his pick. Chips with chocolate glazed mushroom friends, oil with food, water, shots of brandy and fucking fries. Meat. and dressing. side of pear, salad, toast.