Tapioca is disgusting.
Even the word Tapioca. I bet it doesnt even understand itself, Tappy-oka.
It’s more like a 1930’s dance. I bet it wants to listen to Billy Holiday and smoke cigarettes out of cigarette holders.
It’s probably pretty sad that my biggest problem right now is the texture of a creamy rice filled treat.
Some people are dodging bombs and bullets…
I’m protesting creamy rice,
Cause thats where my heart is!
Says alot about where my heart isn’t. It’s not with the children of Ethiopia. It’s not with the chernobyl memoirs. It’s not with the god damn fucking war on terror.
You don’t put rice and curdled milk and sugar together….you just don’t.
