There are no moments in life to prepare one for the taking of gouda. Or the goading by gruyere. All that is ordinary can be summed up in two words…American cheddar. I shall go have my tea now. The muppets are waiting.
if there were a bowl big enough i’d swim all day. heavy cloud vibe hangs over this city of lost angels. clipped wings guarantees nothing. i shall fly forever. it’s a new kind of high. that feeling of aaahhh… when you’ve been relieved of one less empty conversation on something, really about nothing but everybody seems to be talking about it. a hero ain’t nothin’ but a sandwich. Mayo?