the darkness seemed unpalatable. the world was new now, but colder and less gratifying. open ended discussions of hope would now dominate the landscape.
no body throws a party like me
but nobody has to
and nobody wants to
“there’s only one way to skin an elephant” he said coyly “only one good way, anyway”
1/2lb chilean seabass fin porridge $15!
no moe money for you
1/4oz. bourbon-glazed parsnip
buttered corn asparagus
cinnamon braised taro root
california-raised double rasins
14 lb delmonico steak party $mkt