Ethan Switch - Monday, 15 March 2010
Happened on a sunny breakfast. Glass of apple juice freshly hand-squeezed and set to the right of the plate. Itself crackling with the skin of oats, sinking, not swimming. Fine crumbs of toast holding on to the slice, ready to fall off and scatter across the kitchen top. Pop goes the timer. Pop goes the head of the little bird no more.
Ethan Switch - Friday, 26 February 2010
Breadcrumbs, dust and hair. Skin flakes too. Maybe even a dead roach or two. Hygiene is only as good as the blindness that envelops the dermis. Flood the keyboard with globs of honey (didn't anybody tell you to eat away from your computer?) and you're stuck with some StudlyCaps. And today's reading material, a literary magazine, looks to employ that titular backwardness.
Read the rest of the FreeXpresSion literary magazine review
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 23 January 2010
Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Kitchen Antics - Chicken in Faux Ragoût continues...
Undone, unbound, the sounds aground, life's taking the train with a soundtrack of harmonic dissonance, of inner turmoils and evolutionary spotchecking.
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Armpit hair needs a lair?
Bellybutton catching too many flies?
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