Captain Melted's Journey Into The Underworld

If you eat really healthy and exercise constantly, you can get away with being very fucked up all of the time... largely.

I am unsure why I am unable to learn that a stomach full of fruit does not mix with unpasteurized cider vinegar and miso. Fermentation is wonderful. It preserves food and gets me drunk. However, turning my gut into a carboy is incredibly uncomfortable, a veritable gaseous torture of trapped fart gasses.

Cucumber Salad

juice of 1 lime
2 cloves of grated garlic
2 shallots, sliced thin
2 tbsp. of apple cider vinegar
1 tbsp. each of hemp and flax oil, or just one or the other
a good splash of balsamic vinegar
salt and pepper to taste
1 tsp of thyme
a fistfull of fresh dill, chopped fine
Enough sliced cucumber to fill up a big bowl

Mix 'em up, let 'em sit for at least a couple hours in the fridge.

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There is enough biomass here to survive for free pretty much. In the past two days about a third of all I've eaten has been wild or stolen. Judging by how little I care right now, I plan on letting this continue. I mean, my two friends couldn't get thrown in prison for a ham sandwich or something when they were trying to. They told the police that they were homeless, and were going to continue wandering around drunk if they weren't going to throw them in the tank, and the police just said: "It looks like you guys are in your own prison". There's that much food. Hunger can not be taken seriously, since there is literally lots of food rotting everywhere.

My life is a vacation.

...until the free food is gone

Good news! I made it past round one of the writing contest at brigits_flame! I am now in week two and this is my entry for the contest. Our topic this week was "brilliance". I wrestled with this prompt but feel pretty good about what came from it. Comments are welcomed.

Title: In the eye of the beholder
Rating: I would say G.
Notes: Thoughts in italics.

( In the eye of the beholder )

( You are about to view content that may only be appropriate for adults. )

Name : Abstract 29 2007
Media : Oil on canvas
Size : 48 cm x 48 cm
19" x 19”
Priсe : US $100
Roll up shipping included :

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Internetional : up to 2-4 weeks
If you want discuss another payment available or pick up picture yourself write to e-mail : vitali_zelinski()yahoo.ca

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Someone built a stupid house on top of my supernaturally prolific mushroom patch.

Yes, I know people need places to live.

At least the mycelium is really, really huge so there will likely be some in the next lot, which is bound to have another house on it sooner or later. Man, my good friend/art partner/"wife"/roomate is really on to something with the living in treehouses idea.