yum
I'm not terribly familiar with the biological inner workings of worms, earth- and otherwise, but I can imagine a thoroughly cooked one of large proportions being very much like the smoked sausage that I am currently consuming. yum.
Life is like a sound wave of sorts, up and down at varying frequencies. It's down with a low pitch right now; everything is dragging through bleak weather. Prospects are dimmed by economic clouds, the warm light of culture seems to glow elsewhere. Book-reading marathons seem to help, but are a terrible misuse of time. It seems as though I have more time on my hands today, and I believe that this is a direct result of my lifestyle being generally comfortable for the first time in an eternity. However, I can't help but feel like I am wasting a very important part of myself. Doom is always lurking.
Life is like a sound wave of sorts, up and down at varying frequencies. It's down with a low pitch right now; everything is dragging through bleak weather. Prospects are dimmed by economic clouds, the warm light of culture seems to glow elsewhere. Book-reading marathons seem to help, but are a terrible misuse of time. It seems as though I have more time on my hands today, and I believe that this is a direct result of my lifestyle being generally comfortable for the first time in an eternity. However, I can't help but feel like I am wasting a very important part of myself. Doom is always lurking.