<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Flavors]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;">Here&#8217;s the S-O-U-R!!!<img src="https://lifetheobstaclecourse.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/466fe-sour.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">Translated…</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Crabs Rammed Around on the Tip of My Tongue</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Red Ants Marched Alongside My Lips and Teeth</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Spicy Became an Excellent Archer</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>With One Arrow, Through to My Throat</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Spiciness Became an Arsonist</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">then the Sweet&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/blog.nirogam.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/sweet.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Setting My Intestines and Stomach Ablaze</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And, What of the Savory Tastes?</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Going to the Nighttime Banquets, with Savory, Delicious Delicacies</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Having Had Your Tastes, Your Shares of the Assortment of Flavors</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And Now, You’d Felt Colder in the Hearts and Burned on the Lips?</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">the Bitter&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/www.timesfull.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/bittergourd-Medium.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>After the Heart’s Been Soaked in a Soured Solutions, the Lips Shall </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Become Sweetened</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Using Love to Ice Down the Hatred, Would the Love Have that Longer Lasting Flavor Then?</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Karmic Cycle of Having Cigarettes Before the Meals</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">the spicy!</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/www.momskitchenhandbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/spices.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And Eventually Being Diagnosed with Diabetes as the Results</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Turning Those Bitterness into Laughter, the Faces of the Multitude of Flavors Hit You, All at Once; Chewing on Your Tongues, Why Not Chew Down on the Words Instead</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Swallowing Down the Ships’ Worth of Your Own Vocal Abilities</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In This Age of Having Salt Being Similar to Telling the Lies</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Words, Good AND Bad are</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">and lastly but still NOT least, the SALTY!!!</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://holliebean.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/salty.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Condiments to the Many Conversations People Shared</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Before the Flavors Sank in, the Multitude of Expressions of Feelings Circled Around Us</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Stench from the Fish and the Lambs Came Towards Us</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Buddhist Disciples are Putting on the Banquets Here</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Gumbo of Blessings with the Tragedies, the Banquet for the Growing and the Declining</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Some of the Foods were Delicious, But Hard for Us to Swallow Down</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Sometimes, as All the Best Ingredients Get Cooked Together, into a </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Bad Pot of Porridge: the Hatreds </em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Burned and Not Cooked Thoroughly Enough, the Words Spoken in Sleep</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Turned Sour, and Bears that Stench. The Swiftness Bounced from Teeth to Teeth; and Memories Became a Total Indigestion</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">And so, this, is what the world looks like right now, everything IS mixed up, cooked, inside this big old caldron, into something that’s inedible, but, people are still, wanting more and more of this “food” that’s nasty, that’s currently served up to us on that silver platter by the press………</p>
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