Dear Pork, who art in heaven,
Briny be thy Ham.
Thy porchetta come.
Thy chops be done
On grills with a side of pappardelle.
Give us this day our daily prosciutto,
And forgive us our tofu,
As we forgive those who don’t dig on swine,
And feed us not overcooked, tasteless flesh,
But deliver us from factory farm agribusiness.
Awomen.
Does life swallow you whole? Or do you make it what you want it to be?
Sometimes it does swallow you whole.
When shit happens, it’s not like someone is out to get you, to make you suffer. It just happens. It simply is. To say that life is sad is to say that time itself is sad.
How can that be? A life is the distance from the time you are born to the time you die. To pin it down to one emotion seems awfully small and limiting.
But if you are sad, then yes, life is sad, because that is your view of the world.
shelly is frahnkenshteen at
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