But you can distinguish between this time that time and that time this time.  Old is forever new to me at this stage when I have forgotten all that is old and only the New recall.  Even so, you always laugh again.  For that I owe you one or two or three, Love. 

She experienced the intolerable Disappointment (albeit, fascinating as a fractal Fuck), before I knew her, Cookie.  Be gentle because Disappointment of those who died in faith to find Soul lacks a prissy Purpose.  She was happy, however, at the full size, smelly un-Color, of Soul, panting and barking blue Notes until she gagged.  You gagged her.

(Where are you going with this empty lengthy expletive? )

We are cooking an Animal today.  Braising Cane.  Braising its Soul away.  In your Song, what do Soul's eat that lets them leave no Waste behind?
 
I've watched you at war, Cookie.  Observed your surrender.  This Dish is a brand new battery failure. Stand against the wall, Hands on Head.  I will un-dress you slowly and place the Knife between your teeth.  If you want the world, you must accept its nightmares.  Therefore ::: sign here.

Preparation:
One Animal Mammal.  Furred, a functioning Ass-hole, fabulous non-fibrous fat-insulating Meat.  Rubbery Paws. Undress Meat slowly.  Don=t croon to It...or to Them.  Don't talk to each other...or to Me.  You and I are finished .  I am famished.  Don't be flustered.  I will observe and/or direct with intimate inane Conversation.  And you will obdurately obey, drooling, drooping, dripping, dropping; dissing, doping, dubbing, doubting, dodging  me every step of the way.

Directions:

Straddle, bare-bladed.  Jerk up Chin.  Slice a neato Slit below the Smile, inhaling, gurgling Saliva.  A few Neck hairs, crudely cut, fall away but do not beat hot red Cola to the bottom of the spotless Bucket. [A Prayer here is fun (clap Hands!) ::: (Oh! Mis-fortuitous Mammal! Oh! Fret!) etc.]  Move gracefully as pre-pubescent Ballerinas to hook a back leg to a Hook to raise pre-meal Meat above the yellow new collection Bucket.  Red ur-Sperm, so beautiful, so gorgeously Greek.  In un-Time the little Lake oxidizes to Black and we can stop staring, stop admiring God=s cool coagulation, "What adorable Animal Sap," you say, sending silvery Soda to the roofs of our moping Mouths.  Reluctantly, we warp our Toast away, begin work, earn Pay.  Play with goddam purple Meat!

Anti-ingredients:
Bones?  No.  Tongue? No.  Brains? No.  Lungs? No.  Testes? No.  Ass-hole? Yes.  Fur? Yes.  Teeth? Yes.  Shit? Yes.  Shit chute? No. Claws? Yes.  Feet? No.  Trachea? Yes.  Spleen? No. Tail? No.  Eye balls? Yes.  Stomach? No.  Brave Heart? No.  Brains? No.  ASit?- Heel?- Attack?@ Yes!  Bow-wow? Yes.

Ingredients:
Practically anything works to season Cane Braise.  Disgust and Repulse are variously important or not, depending on the order or the odor.  Alphabetical is usual.  Numerical, ha!  Nothing deserved, everything earned. 

First, seasons.  Here are some suggestions ::: Pill or Poltice-scrape.  Onion, selery, blue Sponge.  Salt, pepper, pussy.  Lemon, orange, purple.  Back spasm, belly-jam, butt grease.  Experiment.  Own your Own.

Techniques:
Remove Gut good.  Empty shit chute, retain Tube.  Ditto, stomach.  Save fruity Fat.  Discard sycophantic Soul.  Smother eye-Light.  Nuke Nose.  Rub out Cuteness with nuddley Tongue.  Save and detatch ::: kidneys, heart, lungs, pancreas (if young), thymus (if unborn).

Cut crazy Carcass into twelve recognizable regions ::: two back legs, two times ::: two fore legs, two times ::: tail ::: neck ::: head ::: torso, whole.  Initial each piece lower left lesion.

Without care, without rush, knife Meat from Bone.  Pile Meat high; continue piling Meat until Meat is Heaped . 

Surround round bones.  Crack ! round bones.  Swipe, wipe creamy dreamy Marrow ::: push to steamy Plate.

Cover Bones, douse Bones, drown Bones, dredge Bones in Dog-water Who will gnaw it into seething sticky Stock over Heat.

Melt reserved Fat until smells and smokes. 

Brown Meat.  (Hint ::: It is naturally dark Red ::: don=t let that fool you, Cookie.  Red is not Brown--not this breed.).

Remove Meat to large Platter ::: Larger!  Keep warm in Oven or Lap.

Discard all but two cups of cuddly Lard. 

This part is un-fuckupable ::: In Cuddly ::: Sauté Onions and Toe-Nails til limp and xsparent.  Do not brown.  Brown is for brick Brains.  Add remaining Veggies (your choice, Honey).  Sweat them for an Hour or so.  Return heated Meat neatly to proud Pot.  Add Liquid.  (This is were you create, so be a lert! [Button that Shirt! Fry that Tie!  Adjust that Scrotum, if one is present!]  And ask yourself ::: "How many Liquids am I familiar with?)  Add 'em.  (NOTE : Incest laws forbid familiarity with some common fluids.)  

Cook: (what's this?)
Make no plans.  Start no baths.  Divorce distractions.  Flagellate faulty fallopian tubes.  Cook.  Cook,cook,cook,cook,cook!  Be buoyant; think Thick.  Goal is utter dissolution (if Utters are present).  Leave no Growl uncooked.  Paste Meat.  Gristle must grovel.  Motto ::: "Dentureless masticable Meat."