herbivores spring clean

        “I’m go­ing clean out the freez­er, I don’t even know what’s in here.”

        “I hope you don’t find my stash of Ital­ian sausages.”

        “Wait, what?”

        “Beau­ti­ful, spicy sausages made with fen­nel and herbs, eth­i­cal­ly raised meat, that per­fect snap, made by hand by an old Ital­ian grand­moth­er in her kitchen.”

        “What? You bought fuck­ing meat?!! Where did you get it, you know there’s no such thing as ‘eth­i­cal meat’ – who even are you right now?”

        “[starts laugh­ing] I’m just fan­ta­siz­ing, the old Ital­ian man in me just miss­es them some­times, but you know I’d nev­er eat that shit.”

My fa­ther, the co­me­di­an every­one.
 
 

—na­tal­ie michelle

Flom­mist Na­tal­ie Michelle does­n’t have a bio. She just rants. Copy­right © 2016 Na­tal­ie Michelle. Foto by mehal­lo.

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