"You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)
Minha Familia
David & Me (a.k.a. Fig & Pom)
Chosen Familia
The Numb3rs
Man-Devouring She-Devils
That Todd
My Very Own Lovemonkey (and Chef)
Furry Familia
Puck (Puckington Huffwell)
Numb3rs
Secret Sign of the Numb3rs
Assumed Headgear
It shall be assumed that I am wearing this crown. Even when my head appears nude to the discerning eye.
You're visiting
- Tasty
- Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
- I'm awake. I believe in the "WOW Factor" of every day. Remember in the book The Color Purple when Shug says, "I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it"? That's the bus I'm on. Join me, won't you? Also, I'm a woman whose mind moves not unlike a Wham-O SuperBall thrown into a small room by an extremely hyperactive 7-year-old boy named Darren who is all hopped up on Mountain Dew and Smarties. Srsly.
1 comment:
So how ya gonna eat it ifn ya don't slaughter it?
Like your Royal Pinkness.
Love, Dadness
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