`I` IS ANOTHER.IF TIN WAKES UP AS A TRUMPET, THAT IS NOT ITS MERIT. I AM PRESENT AT THE FLOWERING OF MY OWN THOUGHT, I WATCH IT, I LISTEN TO IT. I MAKE A STROKE WITH THE BOW, AND ALREADY THE SYMPONY STIRS IN THE DEPTHS. IT IS WRONG TO SAY I THINK. ONE OUGHT TO SAY I AM BEING THOUGHT.
I don’t know if this is a regular thing in the real world or just another one of #Iceland’s mastermind recipes for the working classes but it was actually a banging little munch. …. pan heated of course… no microwaves in the ghetto