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Saucy Tales by Skünk Bandyt
September 6th, 2010 1:47 PM
I am nothing. I’m just an old fucking jar of green curry sauce.
No one knows me
No one cares about respects me
No one loves me
No one eats me.
I’ve been used TWISE and that feels like years ago. My expiration date is just ticking away and I have nothing to be fresh for. No one would even miss me if I broke.
I hate it in the fridge, and all of the other condiments make fun of me and laugh about how I'm just going to get thrown out. The only reason I’m still here is because the humans are too lazy to clean this dump out. I try to think that ill show them some day, and they’ll pay for what they do to me, but who am I kidding. I’m just a fucking jar filled with spicy green slime.
I often think about ending it all. I wait up for hours for one of the humans to open the door-but at the last second I always freeze up. I wish I had the guts to take ONE thing into my own control.
Well thanks for letting me get all that off of my lid...
No one knows me
No one cares about respects me
No one loves me
No one eats me.
I’ve been used TWISE and that feels like years ago. My expiration date is just ticking away and I have nothing to be fresh for. No one would even miss me if I broke.
I hate it in the fridge, and all of the other condiments make fun of me and laugh about how I'm just going to get thrown out. The only reason I’m still here is because the humans are too lazy to clean this dump out. I try to think that ill show them some day, and they’ll pay for what they do to me, but who am I kidding. I’m just a fucking jar filled with spicy green slime.
I often think about ending it all. I wait up for hours for one of the humans to open the door-but at the last second I always freeze up. I wish I had the guts to take ONE thing into my own control.
Well thanks for letting me get all that off of my lid...
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posted by Kevlar Moonraven on September 7th, 2010 10:21 PM
Dear Curry Paste,
It saddened me to hear of your plight. I too have been enfridged for too long. I think I'm some sort of Thai sauce but my label was cheaply applied and I now wander the shelf nameless, but not hopeless. I stick to my optimism in just the sort of way I don't stick to anything else, being kind of runny. I know there's something great in my future, though, even if I am getting a little crusty near the applicator if you know what I mean. I don't know how to put this, but perhaps we two might be compatible, in consistency, and flavor? I know it sounds strange, but if love can't be found at thirty-eight degrees I just don't know what to think.
I don't think I've seen one of these told from the condiment's point of view before...