Sugar Mama, if you are well I am well. Sorry for writing to you so late but I was busy boiling quinoa. You know everything about the east London life. It's talked about in whispers behind the exposed bricks of the coffee scene in Hackney.It's not even food. It's sacred Graal, philosopher's stone, the fourth secret of Fatima. The white dots spread on your body retain the incensed flavour of... stigma.
Salacious and unsayable things with quinoa are done in Tower Hamlets at any time,able to turn the day into night..... God watches me. I cannot say more!
Health is the main priority when times are bullies. Humans are forced to live with grit. Media and the papers softly, softly dispense bad news: shootings, murderers, floods, rotten apples,millions at risk of diabetes, the swing of stock markets..... obesity controls the sidewalk of our cities.
I can tell you, it's all bad luck! I want to feel wondrous. Why should we die? Who was the cheapskate who said... that we have to die? I got things to do and so many dreams that I wake to sleep, not the other way around.
I can tell you, it's all about the diet! I have big plans for me.... I bought this precious green powder, sort of 'green cocaine'. Top models use matcha voraciously. In Japan life expectancy licks eternity so...to the hell if I am going to die eating matcha!
Sugar Mama, do you have the remembrance of that drenched dawn when we met in Greenwich park. The deluge had just stopped when, under the chestnut tree, you did slap me, out of curiosity, to see my reaction as you said, because I was too 'sweet'.
Look at those scaremongers now....what are they doing with sugar? It's as plain as day, they want you to live with fear, those slackers! Fat kids, diabetes, limbs sawed off, your liver is going to crack, sidewalks are running slower because of limping men....
How many bad news can a stomach take before starting to vomit?
No,no,no,Sugar Mama, a man in 2015 cannot be sweet any longer! You have to pay attention and watch out for the right piece of information. There is always a way to bypass the system.
In Shoreditch for years the skinniest jeans have ditched the infamous,sleazy and lousy sugar for... lucuma. The superfruit is a giant avocado,grows in the mountain of Peru. Dried under the sub tropical sun,crushed into a powder, it has hints of caramel. Zinc,potassium,calcium,fibres,vitamin B and healthy carbs all complement its natural sweetness.
Quinoa,matcha,lucuma.... too many superfood secrets unveiled in one go... I leave all the healthy urban legends for another time, not here to tell you that according to someone in east London kids are born with six-packs or the animal welfare fact that in Shoreditch dogs don't bitch....
Who cares? Who said that we have to accept the idea that we have to die? I'll live forever, because we must love each other in perpetuum.
Sugar Mama, do you feel wondrous today?
Your Sugar Man