Spindled and Liquefied

The card will eventually be there, as we know. My love, Ivanečka, picks withered spinach leaves out of a bag of bio špenát. She tenderly passes healthy leaves into the container that has a slicing rotor at its base. These healthy leaves will soon be spindled and liquefied so that we can easily drink their sustenence into our living corpses. This is the way of the morning, or, rather, it is one of the ways of mornings, or, rather, one of the manners of the morning because manner of the morning is much more alliterative even to a mummified menhir such as I. I sit on our bed in a hotel near Werksviertel im München. We attended this sprawling city beginning in the early hours yesterday for two reasons. We had appointments to view two flats. Formerly, we planned to move our living corpses from Praha to München (as well as Luki’s and Peiločja’s living corpses) because of Luki’s attendence at TUM. We recently discovered, by word of Luki himself, that he would not be attending TUM this year.…