[Trouble got evicted. From the Devil’s lair. I wager she got betrayed. By her friend Despair. Now the flames from Satan’s tongue are charged.]
[A story is a letter the author writes to himself.]
[I lack any type of common sense because I always wanna solve all my problems with fists and violence. Ooo im losing control. Evil in the brain.]
[Obsequious —but not aggressive or paranoid either.]
[TURNS INTO A PASTE. SCRAPE THAT DOWN.]
[You want to get a good release. That’s sugar napalm. Stuff going to Hokkaido. Mmm! Aww!]
[WE MAKE OUR OWN KETCHUP. WE PUT LOCAL HONEY IN THERE.]
[Adhuc diffusum tempus est elapsum quod me loqui audivistis.]
[Frikkadel.]
[The particularly sandwich starts out with a Ciabatta bread that’s made in house. You’ve got pork, and then you’ve got sausage.]