Something I Wrote

Leading the way to the porch ground, across the street is the entrance to the cemetery, next to that is a nursing home and next to that is a nursing school and across the street from that is a nursery. A factory on the otherside of town makes baby formula and they often truck in gallons of freeze-dried milk to make their nutrient rich and specialized fluid for infants who cannot, will not, or should not drink the mother’s milk.

In theory, the extraction and subsequent collation of proteins and viral prohibitors are necessary when we consider that in the advent of a nuclear or apocolyptic conclusion to our living habits all natural means of nutrient production will be nullified. Soon, we may need to revert to infantilism when it comes to the burdening demand of the food supply. There will need to be a system of compact, energy rich, if not satisfying versions of food-stuffs and likely this will some in the form of a beverage, a smoothie, a shake, or a “milk” substitute to solid foods.

Today’s Playlist

Broadcast: Ha Ha Sound
The Sundays: Reading, Writing & Arithmetic
Hum: Downward Is Heavenward

Yesterday’s Playlist

Death Cab For Cutie: Plans
Shiro Sagisu: His And Her Circumstances (soundtrack)
Juliana Hatfield: In Exile Deo