Everything that is, has been, and will be.
The potential of mankind is endless and awe-inspiring, and each of us plays a supporting role in a beautifully written masterpiece that is capable of proceeding in one of two ways: comedy, or tragedy.
What will you choose to do with your life?
I live mine to the fullest as often as I can.
I whistle while I work, and sometimes sing.
Recipes? I don't need them. The kitchen is my laboratory, and my tongue is my personal test subject. Most of the time, things turn out quite well. Every so often, however, my tongue becomes angry with me, and holds a grudge for days.
My body is merely the vessel for my mind, which manifests my imagination into my reality.
And so, here I am...
Success! In spectacle, a curiously sociological symbiont, cast surreptitiously as both savior and scapegoat by the sanctions of Sauce. This Salvador, no mere source of sanity, is a superlative of the salus populi, now sallow, sundered. However, this stratified salutation of a bygone salvation stands fortified, and has stood to subdue these savage and sickly sediment stipulating sons, securing the sparsely safe and sheltered sands of serenity. The only solution is sin; a standard held as a sanctum, not in spoils, for the significance and succulence of such shall one day save the selfless and the strong. Surely, this sampler of satire sways most stratospherically, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me S.