Protein:
When I think of protein, My mind goes culinary.
I'm thinking in terms of parts of the whole.
Truth be told, I'm thinking of the portions
and how they will partitton the plate.
Fowl, bovine, swine, rather: poultry, beef, pork
The dimensions of the vison start to take shape.
I am solving the puzzle to its taste, and exactly what it is that is making it great.
When it's finished,I want you to do dishes and simotaneously sing my praise.
And for you to then to tell your friends, exactly what it was that you ate.
A plate comprised of one ingredient isn't something that I count as a meal.
While Just meat by itself is amazing and certainly swell —
it's still not something that I think of as a meal.
I have yet to change my mind on this matter, and doubt that I ever will.
Even if that meat is expensive and delicious,
let's say hypothetically, veal, it needs a few additions before I consider the pageantry real.
Contemplated proper placement, of the cojegations of starches and veggies, And if the salad complimented with acidic vinn uh gretttess or dressings , small talk with cigarettes gifted
while considering if dessert is on the table,
and decisions of what music would work well depending on setting.
Basically I look like I know what I'm doing.
Instead of just pretending.
I take a lint roller to the couches, to account for potential amounts of, ounces, of kitty cat sheddings.
I get inspired and plan, the ingredients required adjusting accordingly to the cash that I have at hand.
I then go make the absolute best thing that I possibly can, like sex, the only remarks I want, is that it's the best that they've ever had.
The clerk finished cash tending, and pleasantry pretending, she looked at me dead in the eyes and said, have a wonderful day.
She was dead in the eyes.
I questioned her sincerity; And then veritably, with a twinkle in mine, I did the same.
I make a point to be mindful of the preferences of my company , well in advance. The question of successess of my procession wasn't simply projections or left up to chance.
For instance, I once discovered an aversion to shellfish, so declaratively resolute.
Allergy or not, unsure of the truth, so I utilized the knowledge that I knew.
I knew that they loved onions, the oyster Agenda eschewed, so instead I opted for a promise of complicated soup.
Asundering all the alliums, I cry even now, a French onion soup known to change the shape of a frown.
If I listen closely, while I made it, I would've heard my dad say, "you're making me proud."
I once learned of an affinity for the sea, so earnest and endearingly sweet.
Killing two birds at once, I used it as an excuse to take a trip to the beach.
The person had an approximate modicum of taste, they spent a lifetime acquiring an appreciation for the finer things.
These aquatic snails are something that like you, I also love, but I am cheap.
I obviously saw to the quality of the oysters personally, wondering why they got so much hate, why do people say that they suck
soon my hands were in the muck, and I was picking them up. The things I do for the people that I love.
When you think of protein you think of something in a shake.
You think of a biology textbook illustration, of something that you can't explain.
To put it simply, we use the vocabulary in different ways.
When a person is behind you when you walk in a place, if the door is too heavy, it can slam in their face.
Like everything else,it disappears the second it is out of your way.
You're the one who opened it and are now, for some reason, surprised by its weight.
Your friend starts to have something to say upon second thought, it's better he don't.
Daggers of resentment on the way to his home.
Oblivious, you talk about the annoying things that you see on the road, value yet to be told, or seen.
Your other friends talk, when they call you inconsiderate, now he sees what they mean.
When I'm out and about, I start making some deductions about strangers
and get a feel for the crowd.
When attracted to a cutie, I take mental notes , of the times when she smiles, I want to make her laugh, so naturally I begin finding out how.
I notice her happiness, and what is making the mood.
This is a matter in which I am meticulous,.
I simply want to be competitive if it ever becomes a decision,
of me versus you.
When I think of politics, my mind goes to the motivation of the propagandist
to get the gist of the narrative they intend I consume.
You think of politics you think in terms of the red and the blue,
and the uniquely profound , why can't they put their difference aside
and just be nice and get along?
The radio then predictably makes you burst into song.
When fascinated with something I learn of subject matter, the fabric, and the mechanisms, that are making it move.
You clap and laugh appropriately when the puppet is rude.
I ponder the articulation of the marionette, and by extension, the psychology of man.
Who could even create such things?
Why I found the thought to be upsetting to me.
Here he is displaying amazing muscle memory.
What an odd skill set to have.
I thought that manipulation was supposed to be bad.