Rams

[chiquillo]

In my head, I keep trying to write an extremely elaborate fusion Franco-American postcolonialistic layer cake, but every time I start to cut it up and serve it up, the crust falls in, because I keep making it without using flour, and my imaginary xanthan gum just isn't enough.

"Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny."

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MacArthur Park

[anonymous]

I hate to say it, but this post reminds me of that horrible song from the 1960s that you NEVER hear (for good reason), 'MacArthur Park':

"Someone left the cake out in the rain, and I don't think that I can take it, because it took so long to bake it, and I'll never have that recipe again" (cue swooping orchestration with frantic violins).

WARNING: This is a song that you do NOT want to have stuck in your head. If you do not already know it, do NOT try to find out anything more about it. If you do already know it, my warning is way, way too late.