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May 2017
i usually, just get tortured,
by thinking about pickled
chiilies;
  oh come on... the crunch?
wouldn't that
   bother you... conjuring
up a kebab... and some
mint sauce, with a variety
of vegetables?
cucumbers, tomatoes, onions,
cabbage... the **** do they
add to the pita enclosure?
****...
          o.k., i get the need
to reiterate they're sweet spainish
onions...
          no peppers...
    red cabbage, not white cabbage...
no raw garlic...
but garlic is the fundamental garnish
however you think about
a turkish kebab...
same category as coriander...
this is becoming silly...
like me in a subway buying
a sandwitch...
the question... what toppings?
ah... ****... can't be bothered to choose...
slap all of them into the bun;
what, even the black olives?!
ah... whatever, yeah.
i still won't be able to conjure up the turks'
combo veg addition to a kebab...
it's the pickled chillies...
       it's torture, not conjuring them up,
sometimes; o.k.,
who the **** sprinkled salt,
            on my tongue?!
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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