i don't know why this conclusion hasn't arrived...
two outlets: prostitution and cooking...

there i was sitting for a whole day
paralysed by: something's "wrong"
   trying to see how far i could shove my head
up my *** to spot an ostrich...

before?
       amongst other things...
       online publishing?
              bit of a farce, isn't it, considering
the principal of ©...
    namely that, of all html outlets of
self- or otherwise publications,
  wattpad and only wattpad has
    an actual copr. in the code...
namely the inability to ctrl c through
to ctrl p...
        one ******* website!
       among the giants of publishing
which... apparently do not have any,
                        any! copr.!
so much for any prestige being gained
having words printed under:
vanity fair, e.g.

but then i started thinking about dinner,
for a while,
   ****** off 3 times to fine art (Bronzino)
and jada stevens and abella danger and
that's your pop culture, right there...

before thinking about what to cook...
****... haven't cooked a risotto for a while,
i remember my uni. flatmate used
to cook that **** all the time...

    oddly enough i even bought non-alcoholic
wine because i liked its pale colour...

and... some rachmaninoff on the radio...
gently adding the ingredients,
cooking from a butter rather than
olive oil base...
       sometimes simply frying,
but then suffocating the meat under
the lid to add tenderness...
       wondering about the amount of
scrubbed nutmeg...
   the double cream just at the end
or before the chicken broth to allow
the rice to slurp the moisture in?

after...

                  1 hour's worth of cooking
is probably worth 20 hours' worth
talking to a psychiatrist,
       or at least half an hour with a *******...
maybe even less...

     but i'll give it half an hour
considering that's how the "lowest of
the low" sometimes tend to charge...
  like it was ever about stamina,
or looks, or: yeah, sure,
   i really wish i was *******
the *****-types...

                        but an hour's worth of
cooking is probably worth 20+ hours'
worth of talking to a psychiatrist...
         chestnut mushrooms,
pork, just a hint of bacon,
                      definitely parsley rather than
basil...
   autumn theme: basil wouldn't
get past this mixture...

                    if they say that music
sooths even the savage beast,
                   n'ah...
                                cooking...
music these days can actually
    excites the cultivated man and makes
him... a meathead...
   so yeah...
                         you have the ratios.