angular_perspective the evaporator that hungry feeling has not subsided even now, four hours after getting so utterly baked that the world began to tilt a few degrees sideways and all of the conversations going on in the courtyard seemed to devolve into a series of poorly recorded diatribes about irrelevant subjects being played back through the tinny horn of an old Victrola. chocolate would be good, a chicken sandwich would be lovely and i'd about fucking near kill for a white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake and no, i don't just mean a slice, i mean the whole damned thing 070728 what's it to you? who go blather from