a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

December 02, 2003

I want to feel like the pickle atop the mayo and spicy brown mustard, beneath the lettuce and tomato and garlicky prosciutto and slightly gamy-smelling provolone all bedded in warm French wheat bread, mainly because that is the kind of place a pickle really should be but, oh, sweetness, at that point who really minds....

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