"Crisped between a toast of retribution, brain-squeezed as like red salsa from the fresh-farms, more like a desi curry served with a spicy chutney, a marinaded chicken breast garnished with a juicy lettuce or either a good old sizzling beef steak coated with a greasy tangling french dress.
Life is an aimless cloud - a skim-less scum floating on the face of a coffee in a warm cup. Who even dares to take a sip? A single sip of resurrection. Oh! I already had my tea of cardamom, its now time for you son!
Grind the grief, mince the priorities, shred the dismay and stir-fry the essence of life. Deep-froze the boiled temper before it chops yourself. Smother your way into the insight. Never broil up things - keep the flame low or either the dish of life is going to burn up. Serve with a big smile; depends on how cute your smile is."
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