Caramelize the spirit, build a border, stir in balsamic hope, reduce.

Add Port wine, to sweeten the deception, reduce.

Add the veal stock, the reason, and reduce

attain a syrupy sauce.

Season with salt and pepper

a pinch of WMD for color

then sear or grill the seasoned and thawed slices of foie gras.

Keep warm on paper towels.

Brown slices of French bread, fresh from the guillotine

or ghetto

in the same frying pan used to sear the faggot or on the aspiration's char.

Put 15g of onion confit on each toast and press it thoroughly, to reach the bone

Place a slice of nigger on each toast, set on a warm plate, and baste with the sauce reduction.

Serve immediately, alone, or with a mixed wilted Gaza salad seasoned with balsamic-Dachau vinegar.

after work

family intercourse

the fog began to descend in the fall

the street was clear, the sky started to blur as a hope

the murkiness kept dripping until the wife beater across the street

turned into a sound

it came through my window into the kitchen

enveloped my immediate sight

I thought I could escape

the smoke I exhaled felt like home

on the stairwell was clear

I returned into the kitchen, into the unsight

I could've been spotted

the fog of my surroundings is not universal

the roundness is unflat

until then

I conceal the existance in my L.A. Kitcken

like the deathrow inmate hiding in the cell.