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Saturday, December 31, 2011


Feeling very happy and bouncy right now. Took my focalin, so I can actually (sort of) think straight for a change. I'm always really hyper whenever I first take it, for some reason. You'd think it would have the opposite effect because it's A.D.H.D. medication, but no. lol

Corn asked me to write something about potatoes, so I figured I'd try to oblige her.

TO PLAIN POTATOES:

Like obese old men at the beach,
No one wants to see you naked.
Mashed,
They slather you in butter, be-speckle you with salt and spice, bake you to delicious death in their ovens.
Chopped, they stick you in jacuzzi's of heated grease, keep you drowned until you come out crisp and crunchy.
No one ever thinks to take you, original and unadorned, from the ground, wash you off, and eat you raw.
No, you must always be altered, bettered, seasoned--have all your Mother's plain blandness pulverized, sauted, fried, drowned out of you.

But, clever and crafty little creature, you know they alter you at their own peril.
Every creamy, buttery bite they take, they give you the chance to fatten and clog them.
Every loud, crunchy pseudo French snack they have, they make you their murderer.
Vegetable vengeance is the perfect crime.

ily
~Belinda

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