July 27th, 2008
I find hot dogs to be the most sensual of all the salted cured meats
The always sublime
oakenguy has a spiritual encounter with the world's best hot dog:
The first bite, I found myself trying to compose a haiku about the experience.
By the fourth bite, I was thinking about Joseph Campbell and how one might create an opera about this hot dog incorporating Star Wars, Norse myth, and local Boston folklore.
By the sixth bite, I realized I'd been holding it wrong and my shirt was in serious trouble.
I think I'm going to go lie down now. On my office floor. They're musicians, they'll understand.
Context is catalyzing a food coma right here. QWP.
The first bite, I found myself trying to compose a haiku about the experience.
By the fourth bite, I was thinking about Joseph Campbell and how one might create an opera about this hot dog incorporating Star Wars, Norse myth, and local Boston folklore.
By the sixth bite, I realized I'd been holding it wrong and my shirt was in serious trouble.
I think I'm going to go lie down now. On my office floor. They're musicians, they'll understand.
Context is catalyzing a food coma right here. QWP.
On a certain German band's sexuality
"They use sexual imagery so flagrantly that even Freud would need an Ibuprofen and a lay down before making sense of it."
http://hannelore-k.livejournal.com/165028.html
Context goes Rein Raus reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllly