There was a dire mistake in the culturing process... it seems some malicious force crept in during the night, while I peacefully slept, and made disastrous results in the Scoby plantation grounds. It destroyed millions...
Peaceful bacteria hunting and gathering for nutrition slowly became poisoned with the fumes of contamination and we could only stare in horror as day after day they became weaker to the attackers.
I wanted to help...
Oh how I wanted to do something to save those innocent civilians.
Those peaceful workers who only wanted to make a life for themselves...
Only wanted to make the most of what they had been given.
The city that was once red with the force of production and industry now began to sink into the now salty mire of juice-ocean below. Like the lost city of Atlantis, it was only a matter of time before this beautiful and flourishing city was wiped out under the sea.
My poor friends... I weep at their fond memories. I am haunted by the eerie familiar bubbling of their town. Now I can only cringe at the thought of their mangled and decrepit ruins that lie on the bottom of the kitchen disposal. Most likely, they are halfway across the world, fizzing at the top of the Atlantic Ocean. They have become one with that from which they came.
God rest their sweet souls.
K-oM Bucha City - 10/9/08 - 11/01/08
3 comments:
I love your handwork drawing
I know sometimes it seems so hopeless. Please never give up. I love your love. And your cultures. I want to eat them.
Oh thank you two. You're the best! And I give you permission to eat any of the dead remains of my culture farms, but i cannot assure your general health following the deed..
I love your love of love Brooke. I always have hope!
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