A makeshift guide to recognizing poetry outside of paradise.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Eat your heart out
With that equally dreaded and celebrated holiday approaching, appreciate your loved ones or eat your feelings with this inventive vanilla-red velvet heart cake. Or save it for your Alice and Wonderland party; it's right up the Red Queen's alley.
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ooohhhhhhhh my. not ok to see this at 2 am haha YUM
"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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ooohhhhhhhh my. not ok to see this at 2 am haha YUM
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