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i have craved sugar cookies. not just any sugar cookie. i have wanted that strange chewy slightly chemical taste of store bakery sugar cookies. like from the grocery store or from subway. i am now enjoying a cookie from tom thumb bakery. (i admit last night around 2am i went and bought 6 cookies.) tho it may not be the breakfeast of champions, it keeps the beast at bay. |
mmm butter, sour cream, chives.... oh god. gotta go. |
what i hate is when i get a craving for mcdonalds. it's the nastiest shit. they kill the rainforests and all that and i just can't stand the place but sometimes i just have to have a big mac and i can't stop myself. it's like i'm in a trance. i always feel like shit after i eat it too. what do they put in those things? bastards. |
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bastard almost made me vomit and now im considering becoming a veggie again too...but man...i love me some cheeseburgers. |
i'm a bitch that'll get hungry in three days though. have you ever taken the bun off a fast food burger and looked at it. not like a whopper or a big mac but the regular old hamburger. jesus. shit ain't natural. |
not natural, but godammn yummy. |
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I've been craving fresh donuts. I wish we had a Dunkin' Donuts. You know the kind, with all the sugar on top, fresh and hot...or those things at Disneyland that are basically rods of dough with cinnamon sugar on them? Yum. |
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i try not to think of the 6 i ate. |
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Hot Slabs of InStA-cOw_DeTh!!! On a BuN! K-rAdIcAl, D00dZ! Right. |
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i ate those maggots(heatworms) last 4th of july. how long do i have to live? |
i've eaten meat all day, and i don't see no fucking heartworms. motherfucking commie. you should shut your fucking yam. americans eat meat. red meat. lots of it. rare. we eat meat and we shit meat. our piss smells like meat. i've smoked so much pot my nuts are twitching. has that ever happened to you? it means you need another beer. goddamnit, this is the truth. dorthy caruso and i, two peas in a pod. fucking ai. and bertil. that motherfucker. serge. monika. james. nikolai. that was he. nikolai d________, or some shit. the crazy russian, we called him. drunken screaming down london streets, puking in the doorways of brownfronted georgians. his aim was impeccable with the spirited coin. he could shoot a quid from his hand with such accuracy that once we ate a dozen pigeons out of guilt. then in june '99 we met in paris, briefly. my A., myself, him and his partner of the moment. more of the same, drunken pool tables and jazz clubs. of course, his performances. Beethoven’s Diabelli Variations, some dance company. it was enjoyable but, like so much of today, redundant. in 1960 Bjorling died. he was 49 years old. on November 24, 1938 he performed La Boheme. Jussi was Rodolfo. he may be the greatest tenor the world has ever known. 5/5 11/24 10/9 exactly twenty years before Jussi first played Rodolfo, Ray Carter was born. (50 years before that, Scott Joplin.) in july of 1950, ten years before Bjorling died, the Arthur Murray Dance Party was brought to the light. exactly ten years before Bjorling died, Tom Wopat was born. Luke Duke. do you see? do you see what i am saying? you the stoners. the drunks. the vegitarians. the homeless. the fornicators. the intellectuals. the homosexuals. sinners, i believe. all of you to hell. stop by my place first for cocktails. |
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