I'm in love with Bjork.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
However, I can feel the locale of the angst: my stomach.
Yes, it could be indigestion from the large amounts of duck I ate, but it could also be a sign.
A sign that the only way I can sate my hunger for Bjork is to sate my hunger for Bjork.
I will clone her, and eat her clones. I will live of a diet of Bjork and marrows (because marrows stave off vitamin-related insanity, yes).
However, I feel there is a better way to do this.
Any ideas?
And there's nothing I can do about it.
However, I can feel the locale of the angst: my stomach.
Yes, it could be indigestion from the large amounts of duck I ate, but it could also be a sign.
A sign that the only way I can sate my hunger for Bjork is to sate my hunger for Bjork.
I will clone her, and eat her clones. I will live of a diet of Bjork and marrows (because marrows stave off vitamin-related insanity, yes).
However, I feel there is a better way to do this.
Any ideas?