tirsdag 12. mars 2013
winter is back and the bed is huge
not really back with the saucepan in hand but lucy got these bloggers choice nails and with virginsnow coming thru the window and into our blueberryvodkas and a mystery peparkakshus in the mailbox and cats for sleepover no reason not share the
GOOD DAY
fredag 15. februar 2013
MY KUMPIR VALENTINE
EVERY thursday i come to ur place, the waiter sees me fast, he knows that look on my face/
theres much more to the menu but i ll have only u, noone does me like u do, we ll never be thru/
i get note and pen to cross out how i want it to be, how i want u to do me and what kinds of creams/
what kinds of spices and pickles and sauce, i cross out the most cus u have almost no flaws/
oh lord sweet potato u stuff me so good, im so happy we share hood, u r so much more than food/
olives sliding off the plate as my face slides thru u, slip off when its just right then slide easily thru/
we switchin positions u split open i go down, safransallad allaround, faces turn as i make sound/
how u offer urself to me, how u fill me up, kumpirface i ll not stop until ur done and make me drop/
ur more than a potato u r more than a date ur the kumpir at la femme ur the bake i just ate
for as long as i live here u know i ll be true/ i mean/ i went to istanbul to see others but they were trash compared to u/ they were streetfood they were cheap, ok size but no spice/ oh lover u should get a prize/ ur the kumpir of my life
theres much more to the menu but i ll have only u, noone does me like u do, we ll never be thru/
i get note and pen to cross out how i want it to be, how i want u to do me and what kinds of creams/
what kinds of spices and pickles and sauce, i cross out the most cus u have almost no flaws/
oh lord sweet potato u stuff me so good, im so happy we share hood, u r so much more than food/
olives sliding off the plate as my face slides thru u, slip off when its just right then slide easily thru/
we switchin positions u split open i go down, safransallad allaround, faces turn as i make sound/
how u offer urself to me, how u fill me up, kumpirface i ll not stop until ur done and make me drop/
ur more than a potato u r more than a date ur the kumpir at la femme ur the bake i just ate
for as long as i live here u know i ll be true/ i mean/ i went to istanbul to see others but they were trash compared to u/ they were streetfood they were cheap, ok size but no spice/ oh lover u should get a prize/ ur the kumpir of my life
mandag 21. januar 2013
2013; the flesh tunnel
how much a fun read can this be, the vegan foodblogger is told to stay off gluten. a gluten-free vegan-food-blog, just typing this makes my left armpit sweat alot even tho this room is cold as ice
what was feared being a reaction to RED WINE this new years eve, a triple sized tongue and open flesh wounds in the mouth for the new years kiss-kiss was taken to the clinic for longer talks on food routines and blood samples. i fainted, they got their 0,7 litre, i got a lucky troll.
3 weeks later doctor calls to inform of no allergies but the usual apples, nuts, kiwis + very low values in vitamin D, B12, IRON EISEN JERN SAME OLD SAME OLD and go see Udo but then, when i was about to hang up for how long can u talk to a stranger whos a doctor whos a trønder whos too friendly on the phone when ur abroad anyways, then she drops it, by the way be easy on the gluten ur values look close to celiac, if ur belly will ache, this is it
my belly ached
GLUTEN, this word, this condom of foods or that must be what the GLUTEN-FREI is, and if that makes the celiacs the celibacists of food i could be willing, of course im willing, but proud, no. long time ago back in my days of art school and student email lists we stated ALLERGY IS FOR LOSERS, and this sticks.
Blog has risen from its rest again, first post of afterlife in so many ways and u shouldve seen me downing those nutsteaks at xmas and u shouldve seen me filling those punk bellys at hausmannsgate 40, my fingers blending with the tapioka sticks and what the norwegian foodprices does to your culinary creativity, for days and my sucking off teens to heal the flesh wounds. The diet is on, the tongue is healing, kindof average-sized but staying off the sexing, the buds dont numb tho and the cravings going on, the b12 not injected but shot like vodka in little 2pacs of powder into fluid tasting like kindergarden and the blutsaft. mornings and nights
i could give u a picture of this afternoons nevertan-gfrei-knäcke with beetcream but would i loose every follower?
i take risks. its 2013 after all and im a fleshtunnel of sweat and no more secrets, afiyet olsun
clean, good, bio, pure and not to bad with chardonnay
what was feared being a reaction to RED WINE this new years eve, a triple sized tongue and open flesh wounds in the mouth for the new years kiss-kiss was taken to the clinic for longer talks on food routines and blood samples. i fainted, they got their 0,7 litre, i got a lucky troll.
3 weeks later doctor calls to inform of no allergies but the usual apples, nuts, kiwis + very low values in vitamin D, B12, IRON EISEN JERN SAME OLD SAME OLD and go see Udo but then, when i was about to hang up for how long can u talk to a stranger whos a doctor whos a trønder whos too friendly on the phone when ur abroad anyways, then she drops it, by the way be easy on the gluten ur values look close to celiac, if ur belly will ache, this is it
my belly ached
GLUTEN, this word, this condom of foods or that must be what the GLUTEN-FREI is, and if that makes the celiacs the celibacists of food i could be willing, of course im willing, but proud, no. long time ago back in my days of art school and student email lists we stated ALLERGY IS FOR LOSERS, and this sticks.
Blog has risen from its rest again, first post of afterlife in so many ways and u shouldve seen me downing those nutsteaks at xmas and u shouldve seen me filling those punk bellys at hausmannsgate 40, my fingers blending with the tapioka sticks and what the norwegian foodprices does to your culinary creativity, for days and my sucking off teens to heal the flesh wounds. The diet is on, the tongue is healing, kindof average-sized but staying off the sexing, the buds dont numb tho and the cravings going on, the b12 not injected but shot like vodka in little 2pacs of powder into fluid tasting like kindergarden and the blutsaft. mornings and nights
i could give u a picture of this afternoons nevertan-gfrei-knäcke with beetcream but would i loose every follower?
i take risks. its 2013 after all and im a fleshtunnel of sweat and no more secrets, afiyet olsun
clean, good, bio, pure and not to bad with chardonnay
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