Califone - "Alice Marble Grey"

This is delicious soup. It's tomato with a bit of chive and it's warm because I left it in the sun an hour. To go with this I have a pair of salt crackers in a plastic wrap. I lick the wrap clean and lick the bowl clean and spit wash it. Tomorrow I'll use the cucumbers as they'll go before anything else, so I'd better eat them first even though I don't like cucumbers much, especially so many all at once. Then the brocolli will be the following week, water should be here by then, I can make another soup. At the end of that week I'll have some of the chocolate and powdered bread. That will bring us through to Valentine's and I'll eat the potatoes then, that will be nice. I can eat those like apples. Oh. Apples. I don't like to think of it, but I hope to taste an apple again. After the potatoes, oh God, there will only be onions left until thaw. 4 candles to last that time, and 17 and one-half matches. I lit a match this afternoon and put it out on my tongue. It crackled and made my spit red. My skin is soft from all the carrots I've been eating these last weeks, my cheek bones feel like soft metal beneath. You'd like it. I sometimes see distant smoke plumes rise like lazy hands raising to volunteer above the tree tops. And I wonder how your supply is doing, if you have enough to last the cold, if I could spare some of mine so that you'd make it through. [Pre-Order]