fyzygy Posted July 1, 2022 Share Posted July 1, 2022 Yeah, well, that was the plan. I'd been gathering plant material over the past few months, keeping a few choice segments aside, darkening, ripening. Instant Pot to the rescue. My one solitary home-grown lime. On a whim, interstate travel impending, ... skip to the bit where I simmer on down One thing led to another. Troubleshootin' an integrated amp, poor man's silicone hifi my one last shot ... backfired. All the meanwhile I'd been roiling down, having shunted to Aldi cauldron. What's that acrid smell? No, not the amp ... rather, a fusion of enamelware and medicine melded together, burnt beyond recognition -- self-inquire: scrape that up, encapsulate? weirdest of all, I levitate above pungent, black blistering mire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SayN Posted July 1, 2022 Share Posted July 1, 2022 Shouldn't this be in Creativity...? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FerdieJ Posted July 1, 2022 Share Posted July 1, 2022 Been there done that always feels the same like you shoulda, coulda, woulda, and then yet again shoulda known better, but still.. set the alarm next time you tells yourself, only to do it again the very next day.. sometimes it is simply not meant to be, the time is not right, let it go. how bad could it be though? Give it a go, unless that first taste tells you no, but tastes can be deceiving force it down, only an hour or so of total stomach annihilation, then bliss, or death either would be welcome after that but then Im not sure what you’re on about, so I could just be making sense of words that don’t, like most seem to.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Halcyon Daze Posted July 15, 2022 Share Posted July 15, 2022 Nice poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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