Filk

I'm chilling out looking at an art archive and eating junk food when I spot a journal entry which requests "real, hard critique." This sends my little grew-up-in-the-nineties mind off into Lords of Acid's "Rough Sex." And I'm still eating junk food. So.

When I think about snacks
I don't think about trail mix
Carrot sticks
Orange slices
Broccoli florettes
Bell peppers
Carob chips
I think about bearclaws, butter horns, rrraisin horns
CREAM HORNS!

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