Its succulence is frozen; created from edible helminths, it was. Her stomach lining is thickened with the repetitive embellishment of monosodium glutamate, added preservatives, food colorings, and yes, monosodium glutamate. Sweetened delights now taste unleavened. The salinity of canned laughter is deviating towards sarcasm. She is in dire need of brand new tinges of cookery, other than the usual rechauffe. She is in a desperate craving for an amazing chocolatier. The staple carbohydrates-filled pleasance is ever-present. She only needs a more delectable viand tonight. Her stomach is grunting. Her insides are growling. She's raiding the semi-frozen haute dogs tonight.
Blood red, bottled tomatoes shall bask into her guts this night.
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Haute Cuisine
Its succulence is frozen; created from edible helminths, it was. Her stomach lining is thickened with the repetitive embellishment of monosodium glutamate, added preservatives, food colorings, and yes, monosodium glutamate. Sweetened delights now taste unleavened. The salinity of canned laughter is deviating towards sarcasm. She is in dire need of brand new tinges of cookery, other than the usual rechauffe. She is in a desperate craving for an amazing chocolatier. The staple carbohydrates-filled pleasance is ever-present. She only needs a more delectable viand tonight. Her stomach is grunting. Her insides are growling. She's raiding the semi-frozen haute dogs tonight.
Blood red, bottled tomatoes shall bask into her guts this night.
Blood red, bottled tomatoes shall bask into her guts this night.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
