- Baptize my birthday
- 1 cup sweet death's surrender
- Equal parts tale untold sifted with story unspeakable
- 200g shortening
- The Rage within an old man's fist
- 4 tsp sebum
- Might
- 2 eggs
- Rieux's doubt in a blood- and phlegm-soaked nugget on the cold tile floor.
Method:
- Striptease my funeral.
- Revel scot and devour the elephant sutures break.
- Mix vigorously like blood and love do mix and stare at your hands in horror.
- Stare at your hands.
- Stare at your hands in horror.
- Beat in eggs slowly. Wake with a single thought that feels like a dull guillotine against your pinch-sealed throat. That thought is "pre-heat oven to 350 degrees."
- And that's when I realized that alienation is not a place. It is a binding poison, as pervasive in your mouth like saliva.
- Bake at the temperature of desire. Let cool. Let die.
Yield: 24
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