Spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino ~ Wednesday, May 13, 2026
You can get angry at the world but I observe the flow of water through floodgates unless you understand how the oceans create tsunamis, the circle of pi at the ring of fire, tectonic plates not only shift with undersea earthquakes given how karma and the emotions extricably tied in a knot, release terrible damage, channeled into lakes as energy pools inside the body no one foresees the lash that strikes the horse given the shadow of the whip, dowdy regal in mind, but frumpy and too coarse yes, the old-fashioned nag desires peace aspire to do better and yet fail to say an understatement, that is life that the world is incomprehensible how impossible to grasp as you flail effortlessly, until the finish line win or lose, someone must but not a knife offered to cut and yet incapable really, to slice through the trauma, the past lingering conditions set up the fine dimensions of space-time, of grated cheese but Pecorino Romano tastes sharp until it melts into pasta,...