The cat licks it's *** While the mice run free The menu music plays For ratatouille on DVD I’m to lazy to press play I'd rather listen to django And watch the cat lick it's *** I wonder if any of the mice know how to cook if that's a skill that can only be learned by rats
If there was a tilde wave and you had a surfboard, I still think you would die. And if you didn't die you would sail past bodies and ******* and weird things like vacuum hoses and cafe menus would float by, and I think that would make you feel sick.
Now that your literary fire is ablaze, it is your turn to use it to change the world. Make it a warm cozy home with doors spread wide like a mother's arms that welcome a kid who had a bad day from school or a husband from work.
Use that fire to make your own signatured sumptuous literary menus that will ease hunger for hope, fuel a day ahead, or light a dark path to lead a bright one.
Now, pour all the grains of your mind, cook it with all your life's experiences, add a heart to taste, and a sprinkle of soul to finish. Taadaah! You have the most exquisite literary piece in the world to feed the entire universe.