Plentitudes of Always
They'll ask how
You start again,
You start again.
Every
Day is a daymare.
Alternating, waywheres.
Pull the doug out from under.
Pull the doug is just another, just
Another taker, grifter, hustler.
I ain't take shit from the alive.
I survive on their lack of alives.
Sausage in the pan,
I'm your man. Some hell on what's left,
Give me a little, a little more, that's
My depth. I'll feed you, girl and co.
Friends, eat, mightily and mm.
You get this donair on the corner of
Jasper and 110. Pickled turnips, real
Beef seasoned too well. Lil sauce, I mean
An amount worth believing in. God,
That's my jam. That's my girlfriend getting down
Again. I tell her when she eats it gets me
Hard. Inside, I'm like you, wanting, craving, really.
Think about pickles, bbq pork sliders, slawed
Of onion. The amount of love that goes into tears.
My ritual of olive to pan to heat to begin again,
Clean palette, clean fat, cleanly showered, clean.
See the way these wipes away my soul's okay.
Wipe away the tears after a serving. She's in love
And I'm returning. You put simple gyozas in a brew.
Seasoned your best, little sesame oil goes forever
Brothed, greens chopped and scattered. Simple kiss
Of the above. Gratitudes endeared. She don't eat
Much. Said she likes it. Said she really, well, she
Went for another bowl. I peppered it with greens.
Illusory is us, underfed, underlying
In underloves. Keep on scrolling. Met your match.
That god on the corner street, your passion
Meets its bodega cigarette, cheap. Taste this
Union of all that's left, Bourdain on the breath. Heat.
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Yes, yes, Sanji letting Zoro help in the kitchen by letting him chop vegetables because he's good with pointy objects.
BUT. Have you considered?
They live in a world without most electrical appliances. A FUCKTON of physical labor goes into baking (and keep in mind how often Sanji bakes treats for the girls).
Sanji being tired (physically) and not feeling like taking 10 min to whip whipped cream. Being tired (mentally) of Zoro making fun of him for never working out. Sanji saying "fuck it" and just starts putting him to work.
The foccacia dough needs to be kneaded? "Have fun working a sticky mess for 20 minutes, asshole"
Need meringue? "No, STIFF peaks marimo. Don't tell me you're wimping out already"
"Are you even TRYING to flatten that steak Marimo?"
"Yes, it needs whipped cream. YES, I know you just made some yesterday. We need more"
Zoro's shoulders are burning but he's trying SO HARD not to lose face with the cook and meanwhile Sanji is silently losing it at Zoro's shock that cooking can in fact be a workout
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what if we were best friends, and what if i fucked your boyfriend because i couldn’t fuck you, and what if i killed you—haunt me then!—and what if i ate you so i could finally have you all to myself, and what if i ritualized your death so i could consume you over and over again, and what if i didn’t know where you ended and i began, and what if we were both girls
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Sorry @ the people who followed me for esoteric worldbuilding. have some more neopets
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as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen
the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"
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