Somewhere inside My Kitchen

Hi folks! I'm Palastine, the retard standing on my right is Israel and I hate him.

Mom loves Israel more than me. She feeds him with sugar while stuffing me with thin air. We quarrel almost every single day for territory rights in our shelve but Mom always throw me into the back of Soy Sauce whenever Israel complaints to her.

But we learn how to live with it. We don't fight and we don't push each other down the shelve because we know we are part of the Kitchen. The kitchen needs us and we need the Kitchen.

Therefore, we learn to accommodate one another for the sake of the Kitchen.


Heal the Kitchen,
make it a better place
for you and for me
and the entire Kitchen race.

There are people eating
if you care enough
for the food tasting.

Make a better place
for you and for me.


STOP THE WAR!

The Broken Tooth says
::So long, farewell; I hate to say Good Bye::