Skidrow Recipe

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Add another pebble; throw in a little rock,
Toss a pinch of sugar in there while its hot,
Into this little cauldron small and fat,
Mix in a little sea salt and worry not,
It tastes like clear sands of times disdain,
My soup of rotten souls and broken men,
Boiling till the smoke is cloudy and thick,
So viscous that upon the walls it sticks,
Breathe it in, the poison of a black magnolia,
Putrid chemical of pure blissful nausea,
Stir it more then add some more flames,
Add another rock to the little boiling lake,
Inhale its thick aroma coz it has replaced,
The meal you planed on eating later today.

By Pete Soto

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