Ella Overland Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

The Greater Post Whore Society - Volume 6: Wash Your Hands On The Way Out

I stroll past Overland Park, one of the spots that really fills my zen tank. Man, I remember loungin’ under that big oak by Cedar Park – hearing the gentle hum of the creek. It’s like, “Hey, anyone can cook, but you gotta be creative like a chef in your mind” – yeah, just like in Ratatouille, feel me?

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