JL-Drake

 I sat there, reading the paper, hating the world. The newspaper article claims that the economy is on a rise alongside a spitting plot graph of lying lines. Who would believe a newspaper full of spelling errors? It's not some kind of joke: last year it was full of grammar mistakes. I wonder what will happen next – missing words? It's just like this world: full of mistakes and mess-ups. I plopped the newspaper down in front of me. Keeping my eyes on the failing plot graph article, I claw for my coffee mug. I sipped the nearly cold slim while listening to the jarring radio, which was sitting next to me on the table. "Sunny skies today! Wha

Alas, the tomato season is over. The days of the beautiful fresh living beings There will be no more hunting them Those precious tomatoes How we would hunt amongst their curvy legs and arms Armed with empty baskets Their voluptuous colour of their flesh The flow of their juicy red blood The war ensues between knife, cook, and tomato Making the perfect sauce for spaghetti Their fresh taste in a sandwich Aye, the tomato season is out How I would miss you so

The Cheesy Culinary Adventure for the Magical Tomato of Ultimate Destiny Act I Dinner hour at a fancy Italian restaurant. Two brothers, one a head chef and one a sous chef. The kitchen is frantic. Waitresses are running in and out of the kitchen with full and empty trays. The sous chef is enjoying a glass of wine and flirting with the waitresses while the chef is running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Cooks are running around trying to help work on multiple dishes. Cooking utensils are clashing together to create cacophony of sounds. The cooks are communicating among themselves while the brothers are engaging in a tense conver