Scraps
I had been eating my words, all the words I could've chucked up to you like a big handful of dirt, yeah I coulda kicked up a real stink, but instead I just and let 'em simmer, standing there in the kitchen with the frypan below me, bubbling over so much so that I got distracted after I let the oil slide on in and I'd forgotten to start cutting the vegetables, so the oil just fried to nothing and spit up at my face and that sure gave me a shock and I jumped and turned it down and off and sat a while with my head in my hands and then turned the burner back on and slowly came to my senses and shuffled round to the pantry and to the fridge and as I walked round I started biting down and peeling all the skin off my fingers while I mulled it all over and pulled myself out of it and started pulling apart the cauliflower, dropping each piece in the pan, but each time a piece went in I got more and more out of phase, just a phase, phase for cancelling, this kinda thing, the kinda p...
