dear angry thoughts inside a jar diary,
i don't keep pissy thoughts in my head. i put them inside a mason dixon jar. then i seal the jar with a lid. a fermented pissy thought will cure and when released from a sealed glass (has to be sterile) jar, it will then be the sweetest- most purest thought ever. that is how rock candy is made, only you use a string. once all the pissy-ness evaporates- you're left with the good stuff. except, i ain't a big fan of rock candy, but i do collect old mason jars. especially the blue ones. those are the ones i call dixons. other people prolly don't call them dixon jars, but that makes no matter to me. i'll call them what i damn well please. sauerkraut can be made by also packing a mason jar full of shredded cabbage and putting salt on top and sealing the jar and letting it rot. i don't eat that shit either for fear it will kill me and i have seen many jars broken while the cabbage is being tightly packed into the jars. i think the whole process is a bit stupid myself- the older generation will swear by it. ewww. fucking gag me. i wonder if one angry thought with shredded cabbage sealed in a sterile mason dixon jar and then fermented for forty one days in the summer sun would evolve into a saucer of kentucky fried chicken coleslaw with gravy on it AND a grilled chicken wing. ima see about trying that.
i don't keep pissy thoughts in my head. i put them inside a mason dixon jar. then i seal the jar with a lid. a fermented pissy thought will cure and when released from a sealed glass (has to be sterile) jar, it will then be the sweetest- most purest thought ever. that is how rock candy is made, only you use a string. once all the pissy-ness evaporates- you're left with the good stuff. except, i ain't a big fan of rock candy, but i do collect old mason jars. especially the blue ones. those are the ones i call dixons. other people prolly don't call them dixon jars, but that makes no matter to me. i'll call them what i damn well please. sauerkraut can be made by also packing a mason jar full of shredded cabbage and putting salt on top and sealing the jar and letting it rot. i don't eat that shit either for fear it will kill me and i have seen many jars broken while the cabbage is being tightly packed into the jars. i think the whole process is a bit stupid myself- the older generation will swear by it. ewww. fucking gag me. i wonder if one angry thought with shredded cabbage sealed in a sterile mason dixon jar and then fermented for forty one days in the summer sun would evolve into a saucer of kentucky fried chicken coleslaw with gravy on it AND a grilled chicken wing. ima see about trying that.
