Deranged thoughts that beckon you to prowl through the tar-pits of your mind aren't quite what you might wish for at a quarter past four in the morning.
Why is the heart disquieted? To what end is the soul moved to drown itself in self-pitying cocktails of loathing and silent moans? Angst? - On what account?
When you wake up every morning with the word 'dissatisfaction' printed in your mind, embossed on your heart and branded all over your soul you can't help but wonder whether it's all a figment of an overripe imagination. Then you wonder yourself into fits of wondering that really don't get you anywhere - you never should have started in the first place.
Don't you just love cooking shows?
Regret and envy with a good dose of insecurity; bake at low self-esteem for an unstable temperament. Bottle it up and ignore; meanwhile you may prepare the toppings - a liberal dose of conflict and misunderstanding should be kept cold, outside and uncovered. Neglecting the main dish for a while, be sure to beat the toppings thoroughly before mashing the whole thing together. Simmer overnight, being sure to add the finishing touches with a generous helping of spent vigour. Serves 1.
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