How do you plan a divorced-anniverssary party?
For a mixed-family.
And the admittance of knowing who your mother is.
The galactic-star part we musn’t musn’t not must not forget.
Then adhere to canonical dark age food.
With space age oven and air-fryer.
And I keep making fun of sagannishi + stupified sapphics for a sam.
It’s odd adherence.
I see no one, and they just show up.
A whimsy into -almost-famous- and everyone here is
Wiki-wiki-searchable.
Including me – I just can’t see it.
THE WGA CURSES.
The WGA is barely anyone but me.
But some other asshole – my ex.
Rot ties into Family, and suddenly the Southern Gothics I’ve avoided since
Skips+scoutsforstouts
And the next caffeine-aerated elixir is hand-blown like a jug in old green-fields.
Better than a whistle,
Mightier than the spy-recorder.
And much louder than the double-playback speaker.
And all I feel like I’m cooking suddenly is anything with a hydrogate in obsession.
Won’t stop talking about it that asshole.
Some marketing-chief that got big because his former girl he waited until 49-the-nextday to marry.
And I was some young girl that knew how to speak arabic.
What a dick to find me high-as-shit again on a roman-curb.
Any fancy of a nancy would’ve left me todie.
But nooooo – you remembered my face.
4 generations of american later and we gots us a damn asian on our hands.
The white-bois surrender to dominican and soyodolo-mixto are what prevail in partners.
And the science nerd likes how I pipe-thepiper-calling for
Aerated whipped+whistled air-freshener.
Lot of chefs lingering round here.
To pirate food, and more kippers.
We got this North Carolina shit on lock .
Like the culture does not prevail, but our ways do.
In some sense – we are more og fresh to death than any of that new shit round here.
“We know what it’s like to be depressed!”
The Town Motto of Jacksonville, NC for 33 years before they put one damn asphalt road in.
How terrible. And privacy has been dead since.
It was in mortal-terror before that.
Primordial in the sense, of all cohesion necessary on this element.
And I chose gravel instead of red, bc – no.
Bust your tires or the mud will eat you.
My
Clay
Is Turquioise.
And I forgot to say I made Moussaka for it
And Moussaka Galette in the air-fryer the next day.
And that was anywhere near to 3 to 1 days ago.
I have no idea.
More food recipes.
Fuck the travelogue.
They made me come home to cook meideival food.
When we were all trash.
And that trash felt more equal in the recyclable-qualities back-in-the-day.
Not no longer no.
At least they bought me the pine-fresh black trash bags
Instead of military-produced condom wrappers from the 50s.
Yellowed that latex is, indeed..
Get the bag.
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