A makeshift guide to recognizing poetry outside of paradise.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Martha Martha Martha
She's still got it: here's the recipe for Martha Stewart's strawberry cupcakes I made for my mom's birthday a few weeks ago. Perfect for summer if you discount the bikini factor.
"Life's dirty. Life's unclean. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right? Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey pies. That's us. We're fabulous."
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