Chemically Imbalanced (espresso-jogged screeds)

gratuitous content stall

who thought of coffee? you know, “hey, let’s puree the cherries on that tree, sear the fire outta them pits and pound them into worm food. then steep! then drink!” it’s a self-defeating inquiry. more answerable, perhaps, is the notion of who, and why, did anyone think, “dude. let’s pour a bunny with swollen cerebellum disease. a little brain matter blurping from each ear, eh?”


more astounding asian art and etchings here. only slightly less disturbing are the canoodling bears and angst-ridden shark. the rutabega surrounded by a chain of microscopic hearts, on the other hand, seems perfectly reasonable:

(yeah, yeah, so this blog is still forced to impress its friends with the mere fat-leafed rosetta. it’s all in the taste! the stuff on your tongue! the flava-flav! right? maybe if i spout this long enough, someone will give me a third-wave merit badge).