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In my many years of culinary questing, I've embarked upon a humble journey to master the ancient art of smoking fish.
However, I find myself bereft of the vital ingredient—a noble fish!
Might you grace this old soul with one of your fine aquatic companions for a smoky transformation?
I vow it shall return with the wisdom of flavour and a tale of gastronomic adventure!
I fear
Is not bees threating attack
Alas!
This is worse than bees
Bzzzzzzz!
There is so much ambient noise
Because
The main stream media says this
The social media blitz
The religious zealots
Charlatans and idiots
Lies moving mountains
Shutting down fountains
A propaganda binge
I cringe
Sit under a tree
And write poetry
Orange peel; what the hell.
Bin. fall in with crisp packet. What the hell.
I stand. Contemplation. What the hell
Perchance. What the hell.
Adrin, what the hell. I am shakespeare. Reduced to nothing. Orange peel. What the hell.
Peel. hell peel.
Bin. what the hell.
Xoxo
straight up "jorking it".
and by "it", haha, well.
let's justr say. My
peanits
straight up "jorking it".
and by "it", haha, well.
let's justr say. My
peanits
straight up "jorking it".
and by "it", haha, well.
let's justr say. My
peanits