LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: AND SO IT ENDS

After a month wherein I basically gave up flavour for lent I was reminded repeatedly of the time I lost my sense of taste. That ended with a strawberry so I figured it would be fitting to grab a bunch of strawberries. I would show you the video I recorded of eating a strawberry and trying to narrate all of this but it is wildly inappropriate in a when Harry met Sally sort of way so it’s not getting posted.

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY TWENTY ONE

Like a badly directed and ill conceived horror movie my seemingly endless suffering at the hands of a merciless and uncaring god continues. I remember the before time, when food was chewed, when words like flavour had meaning. Sadly those times are but a sad and distant memory.

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY 19 It’s 4/20

After watching a lot of iZombie and strangely empathising with the brain obsessed zombie characters I have been forced to admit that the cravings for food have become ever so slightly more than a constant dull irritation. I can only imagine how hate filled future convicts will be surviving on a similar diet of tasteless goo.

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY EIGHT

I’ve discovered that chewing is a large part of the human experience and more than I miss sour and or horrifically spicy things I miss just gnawing on things. I am thinking that perhaps at the end of this experience I will find myself a steak of unhealthy size.

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY FIVE

I find myself craving odd things like cream of wheat with brown sugar… Which is about as close to a tasteless liquid as normal food gets but for some reason I keep thinking about it. There were several pages more and a buncha photos but my server crashed and took it all out, so sorry…

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY THREE

A normal persons insides are accustomed to a certain variety of things some of which are solid. Drinking 2 litres (half gallon for those of you living in the middle ages) of petri dish substance basically creates a carbonation system in your guts. Whenever your torso is slightly agitates it reacts like a shaken bottle of soda. The resulting burps taste of soylent which as previously stated is akin to licking a death eater..