a good fiber diet probably does a lot of good things for our bodies. it, for example, is supposed to keep our shit together. I eat coleslaw and salad from time to time and plenty of frozen vegetables so then why do i always need so much toilet paper? The toilet paper then clogs the toilet or if it finally proceeds past the flush and swirl; it reeks havoc elsewhere; it probably stalls or contaminates the sewage treatment plant situation and even then, even when it returns to the river or sea, it is eaten by a fish which is then caught, killed, packaged, and shipped off to a grocery store cooler for me to look at and decide whether or not to participate in the whole fishicide scenario which makes me wonder how much toilet paper i have. maybe i should start making soup?
i used to know this guy who fueled his Volkswagen car with vegetable oil. I don’t remember if it was a VW Jetta or a VW Golf, but for the sake of this story it doesn’t matter. We were driving to Ontario to visit a friend of his who lived in a barn. The friend sold me a copy of ‘Satan in Goray’ for a buck or two, but what I remember most is driving back to Montreal and seeing tobacco out the window. The leaves were wrinkly looking, like an elephant ear probably looks like. It got me thinking.
If I smoked tobacco, I’d find a patch of land and plant some and go back there with a lawn chair and talk to the stalks or leaves or however tobacco comes to be and when it was ripe and brown and ready to be dried and rolled, i’d bring it back to the city and sit on a porch or a patio and smoke it as the sun was going down and during every exhale and sigh, i’d feel glad about nothing in particular.
sweet flaky ash
tumbling out of existence
i’m not a farmer, not yet anyway, but i believe in polygamy with fruits and vegetables. I would think it provides crop rotation to the earth, gives the soil some rest – potatoes one season, zucchini the next. I would like to get together with farmers and discuss this and maybe even smuggle some fruits and produce into urban parks. We could display them on make shift scarecrows.
apples, oranges, potatoes for breasts.
cucumbers, zucchini and carrots for penises.
the inside of eggplants for vaginas.
we could make bodies beautiful and tasty again, like they were before all this synthetic porn, before all this plastic, perfect, and fake. We could go back to all that dirt and scratchy records.
we were lazy in the afternoon,
finding the country with the most obese people,
the tallest people,
the people with the largest penises
turns out the democratic republic of Congo won that one
and the smallest penises went to North Korea
would explain their obsession over ballistic missile launchings,
an over compensation of sorts,
but come to think of it,
i’ve never had a doctor or any government official
measure my penis.
who can trust these websites?
i have a bad habit of feeling ready for a nuclear disaster after scoring an 8 pack of canned tuna. i guess i feel this way because each can is then turned into a different dish –
tuna with pasta,
tuna with rice,
tuna sandwich and so on
i can stay away from the grocery store for 8 days and well,
8 days is a long time.
But the other day i went to the grocery store and as always, the giant food warehouse was filled with all sorts of curiosities, from plastic cutlery to spices in packs to giant bags of bird seed stashed under the broccoli display, as if to say,
put your differences aside and
come together for a squall of a moment and
you can count on us as
a place to come and get it.
i saw this documentary about how corporations rule the food industry and how chickens are over fed and/or pumped up with synthetics so much that they get too big and can’t walk. one of the people interviewed in the documentary wrote a book called ‘The Omnivore’s Dilemma.’ i’ve been thinking about buying it, reading it, and maybe even changing my diet as a result, to do something good for the planet and what not.
but then the other day i was in a hurry and wanted to eat an egg so i cracked one into a bowl and put the bowl in the microwave. big mistake because the egg exploded. i guess i have a long way to go until reaching culinary enlightenment. maybe i’ll hold off on reading ‘The Omnivore’s Dilemma’ and make some peanut butter/banana sandwiches and visit a farm instead; have a look around.
i don’t remember all the revolutionary parties,
nor the fascist strong holds,
only that there was a civil war between the workers and the bourgeois and
what are the bourgeois?
I’m not even sure of that,
but what i do know and what i will remember is
the Spanish love olive oil and that sometimes
when the train departure time says 4 pm,
the train doesn’t always leave at 4 pm.
in fact, the train sometimes doesn’t leave until manana.