the recipe for meowkami, cake
haphazardly combine:
1 Japanese American with an identity crisis [I mean born on Pearl Harbor day]
9 pints of sansei samurai stock [reserve some for bone marrow donation]
3 shots of imported ninja extract
1/4 cup curious kitty
3/4 cup wise monkey
90 pounds cold pressed drawing deviant
20 pounds inked printmaking junkie
32 ounces acrylic alchemist
1 platter endangered sushi chef
3.4 liter speed racer
8/8 meter taiko drummer
3 bookworms
1 bound knife fetish
saturate with:
decades of Japanese arts & culture [aged and popped]
imperishable childlike humor [preferably facetiously fermented]
perpetual artist admiration [high, low, and superflat varieties]
agitate:
5 years honorably serving time as a Sun Devil stalking a prized Bachelor
aerate:
1/2 year frolicking freely around Sin City
1 year of running amuk under the Space Needle's gaze
let stand 34 years baking in the Litterbox [aka Phoenix] to stew in self amusement [cracking up will occur]
apply icing by smirks, snickers, and snorts
While you're here check out these artistic endeavors I'm proud to have gotten my paws into...
