Everything is well
if the pie is bigger than the bell.
Dear Sugar Mama, Christmas is here but the cold is not here. Who is lying, God or the weather man? Who knows... we don't care anyway, we eat brioche.
On the intimate side, my petit daughter is a dynamo of vitality at 5 kilos & 200 grams. This little newborn in pink dress sleeps soundly with the music of Shostakovich. A peculiar liking for Waltz No2 is developing in her oval head.
I started to brew my coffee lighter. Nowadays kale and rye are the stuff touching my lips. Feeling guilty when barbarians drop bags in that part of the street visually facing my front door. I go down the stairs and put their litter with my litter. Driving my van, outside towns, cans and bottles are the colours disturbing the green of the grass growing on the side. Who is guilty?
There are only two ways for an honest man to make a living: farming or preaching. In a city you can only be a preacher. I am here to tell you what's wrong and what's right, Sugar Mama.
In Christmas 2015 it is absolutely right to eat spirulina. Nasa wants to travel spirulina into space and feed astronauts with a manure of algae.... The starvation army of the food industry may be represented by this densely green powder. Easy to grow, it's inclusive of almost every nutrient necessary for life on planet Earth.
Overpopulation problems? With spirulina sorted.
Poverty & hunger? With spirulina resetted to level 0.
Consumption of soil resources? With a spoonful of spirulina, no sod,dust or dirt.
It's sanctimonious to ingest or blend matcha with any sort and typology of food item. Lick it, suck it, diffuse over your limbs,make your skin go green are legitimate activities and sign of an independent free mind and a truly alternative lifestyle. I have no doubt that scientific progress would provide humanity finally with immortality. I bet on my racing bike that superfoods like spirulina and matcha will have a huge part to play in it.
Moreover, in 2015 it is righteous to indulge only in lucuma and raw chocolate. Sugar is Mefisto, the new Satana, a scoundrel, a rat, a Lucifer,...
Sugar Mama, I am a preacher, and superfood provides me with the armament to free beings from disease, and promise them eternal life.
On the serious Christmas side, the giant mince pie tour is taking place in London for the seventh year in a row; pies larger than life,crumbly so your body doesn't need to crumble, a bit boozy in the inside so your face doesn't need to show the booze on the outside, in the streets, as people between the people, a real advent of socialism.
When the long haired preacher comes out to tell the grafters to wait for the pie in sky when they die, please, Sugar Mama, tell them ,in a voice so sweet, about the giant mince pie !
Your Sugar Man