to mix by tearing apart under pressure;
battering ram;
a crushing flesh rend, tending to optimal flavor blend, a deepening richness borne of a controlled mess;
at first, I wanted to point you toward something contracting, but another sense percolated to the surface that had nothing to do with the portal-riven apertures that can tighten and relax, f-stops and sphincters, no, it was something less clear, something that literally destroys clarity:
so, now I am tempted to suggest we all take mud baths and see how we feel.
When I lived in Neukölln (Berlin) in 2006, my Turkish-German flatmate taught me that in Türkiye when someone gets out of the shower, you’re supposed to say “güle güle kirlet” which means get dirty laughing… like, you inevitably will get dirty, so have fun while it happens...
but it could also be allowing whatever you’re working on to get dirty, to get sticky, to lose clarity for a few days, to be confused, and contaminated, and gain flavor, texture, some essential je ne sais quois.
Sediments will settle out in due time and clarity will return, but for now,
squid ink (copy) pasta
escapism? defense mechanism?
shrouded in cloud of ink, vanishing before you can blink,
(also, maybe not even doing it yourself, but letting it happen and see what happens…)
Muddle it.
If yr ever supposed to get dirty laughing, now is the time.
Show me what (you) got messy in the comments.
This bound shifts again on Saturday, April 19th at 12:56pm PDT. See you then.
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