Succotash My Balzac, Dipshiitake.

It's The Tragedy Of Loving, You Can't Love Anything More Than Something You Miss.

I Don't Mind If Smiles Come At My Expense, I'm A Small Price To Pay.

If We Are Not Given The Option To Live Without Violence, We Are Given The Choice To Center Our Meals Around Harvest Or Slaughter, Husbandry Or War. We Have Chosen Slaughter. We Have Chosen War. That's The Truest Version Of Our Story Of Eating Animals. Can We Tell A New Story?

....worthy Would-be Worlds Of Words, Whorls Of Working Wonder.

I Try Not To Remember The Life That I Didn’t Want To Lose But Lost And Have To Remember