Watching so much TV (World Cup, The Strain, hell, even Mission: Impossible Ghost Brigade or whatever) that my eyes are like those wide wormy eyes on the Strain bus shelter posters! Got the fan on, got my Milton (Paradise Lost) on my bedside table, and here I am typing at the computer, wearing my cheap reading glasses, creaking in my chair and blinking like an owl. Cheese. Thats the first word that came to mind in that moment. A passing moment. Cheese. Made from mammal milk. I suppose one could make skunk cheese, whale cheese, seal cheese if you had the milk, the time, the inclination. Not sure where Im going with this, so Ill just stop here.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 06:52:46 +0000