SPAM® Sushi #18

Caucasians at birth all the time have a grayish-blue iris as the pigmented layer solely develops progressively during the first year of life. Common examples embody spicy meals, legumes (peas, beans), and brassica vegetables (cabbages, cauliflower, broccoli).
Innostianjam

So, are you saying that when I’m sitting down at Nando’s that I can expect to have my Super Spicy Chanakhi Surprise looking back up at me with betrayed, innocent, blue eyes as I’m trying to cut into it with a knife and fork? Now there’s a horrifying thought!
— Tati & Tony (Survival Horror Experts of Culinary Renown & Goggle-eyed Ethnogenesis)

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

mosh pit eye

this is our way
the only way
you have to jump with us
or stand without a clan
don’t fancy jumping?
then sing!
wail like a cat in heat
or stand alone in the street

this is our way
the insanest way
jump and wail with us
or stand alone with your gran
don’t fancy singing?
then bang!
mix sweat and blood and beat
or stand alone and miss a treat

this is our way
the violent way
jump the shark with us
or stand apart you boob man
don’t fancy sharking?
then drop dead!
lay and suck on angel teat
as we trample you with our feet

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Minor Poet by Stephen Vincent Benet

I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,
The orbed gold of the viol’s voice that comes,
Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear.
Yet, if you hold me close against the ear,
A dim, far whisper rises clamorously,
The thunderous beat and passion of the sea,
The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere.

Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings,
Making even Love in music audible,
And earth one glory. I am but a shell
That moves, not of itself, and moving sings;
Leaving a fragrance, faint as wine new-shed,
A tremulous murmur from great days long dead.

 

by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET (1898-1943)
Public Domain Poetry

SPAM® Sushi #16

This relationship is a therapeutic one, quite than a 236 purely musical one, though the end product might be heard as artform. The compression occasion should grab half of the run and should be unruffled, not jerky.
Gunockkeync

When Tony needs some therapy, he slams on some heavy metal and fills his gob with jerky. When Tati needs some therapy, she squeezes Tony’s jerky until he squeals. His squeal is quite musical, and can be thought of as a bold new artform. And then they sneeze 236 times.
— Tati & Tony (Two Unruffled Partakers of Absolute Poppycock)

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020