my late night sin EXPOSED

a recipe for instant gluttony

step 1. make sure everyone is in bed

step 2. go to fridge and leave cracked for ample lighting

step 3. mix leftover rice, butter, cinnamon and sugar in a mug

step 4. microwave on high for 45 sec.

step 6. pound it with a couple scoops of vanilla ice cream

step 7. rinse mouth with swig of milk (strait from container)

step 8. dispose of all evidence.

this is all to be done in your skivs!

Tilden Edwards:: "It is late evening. We are alone, perhaps for the first time since we awoke. Bits and pieces from the day dart in and out of our consciousness. Little desires and fears for tomorrow scatter us further. The more thoughts and feelings that rush through our minds, the more complicated and anxiety-ridden life seems. Maybe TV will help settle us down - or the newspaper - or some work - or sex - or food. Less may gnaw at us then. Life stays put for a moment. We feel in control again - we're "doing" something - anything.
The after-effect of the doing leaves us less anxious, but more drugged. We've exchanged a gnawing anxiety for a dulled sensibility. Maybe, at least, we can sleep now. We do, on the surface. But not below. Our dreams may be troubled. Fragments of life whirl round and round without a center. We wake tired and struggle out for another round."


How long must I wander through this jungle half crazed and blind before the clearing appears?