food is power
industry, industrial faries, head dangle down and feet tied up. Floor removed and poured to an end.
Apathy, too much apathy. It was the first conversation we ever had.
Triangle motion and a grid costs money, you are the reason for this situation and most situations. spied a strife, couldn’t see a way through. They now all queue to talk to a machine but the machine will never reply. Friendly fisherman gone, replaced by recycle bin. Mass harvest spun, millions of nameless faces. Your food is power, its grace and elegance mask the tale. The journey to your table. And they all cheer, they barbeque and the stench of death fills the air. Rotting flesh charred and fed in brazil. Brought a million miles to get to you. Many contradictions, wrong doings and oblivion. Saturday night television and curries. Not a second thought, just to live, just to get on with it. Green tea leaves, chickpeas, spring greens. Everything is guilty. Your food is commitment to a higher number. what selfish love.
Thinly sliced fillet of chicken with Roquefort sauce - Sautéed potatoes
Pork Filet Mignon with Onions - Dauphiné oven baked potatoes
Skate wing with Capers - Steamed potatoes
Burgundy beef Fondue - Lettuce
W.R.O.N.G
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment