A curdled LifeA curdled Life by flappability
Milked, poured, boiled, soured, curdled, salted, molded, pressed, bandaged, ripened, sliced and matured. We lay. Bound together by Kirkland Signatureâ-labeled-plastic wrap from head to toe. Surrounded by similar look-alikes, side by side, perching our bottoms on the firm steel racks that COSTCO employees slipped us on.
And that is the only life we've ever known. The life of supposedly inanimate food. The life of Cheese. Milked, cooked and prepared for our final destiny – filling the stomach of a human being. For us that is happiness.
I am cheese. I am cheese. Muenster Cheese to be exact. Muenster Cheese with corduroy-orange edges and yellowish-off-white centers. I was once part of a cow who mooed. But then I was squirted out, liquefied, boiled, and solidified. I wish I could still moo. But all I know is the typical life of unsold, packaged cheese. And that means smelly.
However, unlike all the other packages of swiss/spongy/chubby/Monterey jack/cheddar/mozzarella cheese,
Current Residence: Roermond|
Favourite genre of music: Varied taste from grunge to IDM to drum 'n bass.
Favourite style of art: I like lot's of styles!
Operating System: W7
MP3 player of choice: winamp
Wallpaper of choice: Prowl 2 (check my gallery!)
Favourite cartoon character: Gir from invader zim!!
Personal Quote: Als je alles in twijfel trekt, is verlichting soms een zware last.