well, i might have just spent two hours
in the amazon, with david attenborough
talking chimp ****...
         but no... it was more like
slavic gnocchi, panfriend in breadcumbs
until crispy (prior to, obviously boiled)...
                     and a good drizzle of honey,
    and some finely cut feta cheese...
             what's the name of slavic gnocchi?
                                         kopytka
(kopyto, a horse's hoof... kopytka? little hoo(ves) / (fs),
   probably shetland pony, ******* midgets);
i go all ****** having drunk through the day,
and doing a mini-quasi-ramadam...
              and then cooking something up after
12a.m.                 **** me, **** gets weird at
that point;
       might as well be talking to a crocodile
about your comparison of palettes.