a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

June 08, 2003

I'm crying my eyes out, collapsing over on myself, the back of my head is on fire, a phoenix of flaming hair rising off of my scalp, water only makes it worse, where's my Taj Mahal! Someone hand it to me, quickly, quickly!!

Ahhh.

Chapatis, chutney, raite, basmati, vindaloo. There is no better food on Earth or in the greasy streets of Heaven.

Now to find some...

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