Steak Tartare
the fillers of our lives are like bread or cracker crumbs to an otherwise leaden lifeless meatloaf since we're nothing more but gotta be more we glorify or demonize our fillers demonizing and glorifying the bread or cracker crumbs demonizing and glorifying fresh or powdered or flaked premium or generic fillers like our heroes and villains our heritage our religion or lack thereof our cartoon politics our chosen politicians and the constitution and the flag glorifying nature today's lover styles and genres life and death lines and lineages as something special when everybody in the goddamned world's got one but glorifying nonetheless to demonize theirs and all the other things mostly given or chosen without much thought or effort more acquired like hair color and most diseases we gotta demonize and glorify the subtle differences between our meatloaves though none of our substance is more than 70% lean and it's all so cheaply extended with bread or cracker crumbs stretched so thin there's noting else to do but focus on ourselves for the meatloaves we are and aren't instead of the steak tartare we might be but aren't and never will be
mrobins71 