Apparently you can make hummus from pretty much any bean in the world. Who knew? Not me.
On that same toekn you can make love with any person in the world. Love, like physics is all about reaction rates and catalysts. Our microscopic building blocks have bigger plans for us than flat beer and melted ice cream sundaes.
Turns out Dick Clark was right afterall. Death only comes after the ball drops and you sign a contract with Ryan Seacresst.
I’ll wander around trying to make sense of the spaghetti streets. Searching for a destination where there is none.
it comes and goes. this awkward puzzle of flesh and bone. and alarm ignored. a bridge left open.
the slow metabolism of choices. salt, vinegar and snow. the taste of when. both sweet and sour.