||[Sep. 23rd, 2037|02:02 am]
i'm readin' it!
|||||so was my friends band||]|
good good good
some story about a butcher in some asian country I read and forgot:
the emperor found out he was good, wanted everyone to see him.
I think he failed.
was a sausage maker.
and wore a tux
with an apron.
or something like that.
he came home and drank the same wiskey
and silently smoked a cigarette my grandma said
quarter jewis it turned out
where I work the pastry chef I don't talk to but work w/ alone each day says off hand things when we' re not exhausted from
(titchler titular? line)
or too well paced and content
but really when an owner or chef comes in
the other day someone had enough time to say "I think today's the first day of summer?" or I did to hear it.
the shows makeshift flyer too close to home came down but I met an angry man on high up who said
nothing more than: I'm sure your brother's very good at that
twice, I stumbled out respect and look, 50 cents isn't enough
of a raise was what I said and things end up face up or down but clearly in the trash can I can tie the bag quickly and tightly around the better absurder show I'd have more likely loved but soul cannon is a name too even though I won't raise my hand when asked to.
quick, pace is an inferior salsa but mixed with mayo in a nice bowl
boil things, it turned out it was the jewish new year and I met people
and it was good.