paul shannon - am i too old yet?

paul shannon - am i too old yet?

human soup br br fry the onion until transparent br add the stock and toss in various shapes br give it a furious stir br bring to the boil and simmer down br br while the soup is cooking, br grind with mortar and pestles etc br all the stems cells to a thick paste br add to the simmering broth br serve with pencils br br br br eating br br to derive from food its energy br for growth and self aggrandisement br eat only the edible portion. br abstain from fat on pans, br outer leaves, feathers and domestic pets. br br you may eat any number of meals a day br up to ten o’clock at night, br but remember a meal can be defined br as such only if eaten sitting down br during a single period of time. br br br br Shrimp balls br br amid all the paraphernalia br none expects flat space exists, br spat tula: br a sprig accompanied by little dishes. br she swims with her fingers only br till exhausted br till her jaws ache br with the effort to repeat herself. br br br br Fricassee of mad dog br br bearing in mind a circular block br chop up a field of lush parsley br adding a bit more bulge or taking a bit more out br br pare hollow the frozen turnips br blanche in a shoal with sprigs of holly br shave and shape the carrots to a tapering thickness br cook kindly br br serve….


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