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[eub]

Oh man I am so beat up. But I saw a bear! Last night I felt like climbing something today, and I found Granite Mountain on www.attrition.ws (which is a nifty site). It was steep. My knees are still twitching. It was a fun hike. More later.

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[cheesepuppet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, in the dream I even had the thought, "Why did he do all the other ones right and mess up at the END?" Hehehe.

Yes, they had mini-buns. It was so weird. They were little cheeseburgers, all perfect, like the ones that came out of your amazing cheeseburger dream sleeping bag, except that the real-life ones tasted gross, and the dream ones were yummy.

Little burgers directly on a plate would make me think of the flattened aftermath of an interstate meatball truck spill. I can't help it.

Being in the family way and all, I think of little burger babies, and how it's cruel to eat them before they've been able to live up to their potential; which I guess would be to get big enough to make a real meal? It's like cheeseburger veal or something.

[eub.livejournal.com]

I think of them like plants (those seeds on the top of non-sterile buns only look like sesame; try sprouting some in a paper towel moist with fryer grease), like beans, where it's okay to eat bean sprouts because you didn't have the soil to grow every bean to maturity and they'd take over the world in a few stages anyway, and it's okay to eat beans too; they're all just different parts in the cycle of bean, and really the bean stage in some ways, being the most dense with bean genes, could be called the prototypical state.

Cheeseburgers are always better out of a sleeping bag.

Maybe it was the thing where you don't want to be Arachne angering Athena?