Since our brains don’t understand how to look for anything more than what we usually see, we only know life in 3-D. But here’s some round and flaky mysterious crepe with a hole inside of it are likely to take you to another dimension.
Are you even ready for a taste riot inside of your mouth? Think about it. Pretty sure if Bukowski ever tasted Fuchka — instead of writing “stay with the beer, beer is continuous blood, a continuous lover.” he would have written “stay with fuchka, fuchka is continuous cell, a continuous lover”
See, fuchka is merely just a tangy street food that you crave for friday cheap thrills. Neh. It’s such a celestial piece of crepe that surely will create space of its own in your hippocampus and haunt you episodically right after being pushed the whole thing in your mouth. No matter if its 0° in your clock, no amount of self control will be effective enough to beat the level of fuchka craving.
~ Everyday Tale
~ Fuchka is an ecstasy