That curser blinks at me. Repeatedly. Are you winking? Am I reading the room wrong? Blink. One eyed, open mouthed wink. It doesn’t matter. One of the most underrated events in life is traveling alone; No one to entertain,…
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I decided to name the lump in my throat; the pit in my chest. We seem to have gotten pretty familiar with each other as of late and it seemed inappropriate to not be on…
View PostI decided to name the lump in my throat; the pit in my chest. We seem to have gotten pretty familiar with each other as of late and it seemed inappropriate to not be on…
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He knew there was a problem. A big one. Unapologetically emphasizing the state of my brokenness, he drove north. A symposium of sighs and a requiem of reveries pulsated every thought and unspoken Spokane feeling.…
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Blundering and left with the deleterious side effects of a polluted mind under the incredulous wing of sobriety, I write. Bombarded with new, inconsistent cowardice, my dry fly imagination stagnates. Long prior, adrift the bountiful…
View PostBlundering and left with the deleterious side effects of a polluted mind under the incredulous wing of sobriety, I write. Bombarded with new, inconsistent cowardice, my dry fly imagination stagnates. Long prior, adrift the bountiful…
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I see that I’ve overstayed my welcome. It’s uncomfortable for everyone now. Someone told me a long time ago, “It’s best to leave wanting more.” Now, I couldn’t want less. Completely over and out. Caput.…
View PostI see that I’ve overstayed my welcome. It’s uncomfortable for everyone now. Someone told me a long time ago, “It’s best to leave wanting more.” Now, I couldn’t want less. Completely over and out. Caput.…
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I ate a pepperoni today that tasted like actual poison. My mouth, the oral vector for delicacies of its delight (normally), perfumed with an interrogatory pollution plume. A feeling of sensational sickness overcame me. Tobacco…
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Welcome to Open Plate Anthropology. I’m Alexa, creator of this site based on a serious disease progression - my unrelenting obsession with food and travel. It’s lust actually. Food lust.
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