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Ode to Chicken Kiev (Free verse) by bunniesnangels

His herbed heart with dagger pierc'd His oily life's blood drains away He settles back with gurgled sigh Into his saucy-riced array I tease him into tattered bits Devouring with a chilling hunch That here's repast I'll soon regret Tomorrow I shall bring my lunch.

Lord Ganus 26-Feb-03/3:48 PM
Other reason: food is delicious, nobody my age can cook for shit and thus it makes me better than them, there is vast conspiracy between restaurants, tv-dinner and snack food companies to convince people that it is hard to cook, because the only grocery store near me doesn't sell the sort of hardcore snack foods that are best (they do have excellent produce though). And dessert, truly is the best. I should make a pecan pie. Now. Fuck homework.




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