And I would like to be a cooler. To stand in someone's summer house in a pot in the country and know that at the end of a hot summer day, I will be very happy to have people who will gather with the whole family in the gazebo. Or the head of the family will eat a small bowl of cold soup during breaks from physical labor and say:” Wow, what a cooler.” And outside the window is summer, birds are singing, the air is fresh. Rush.
Primitive soup (broth), because sometimes it seems to me that there is nowhere to degrade further than unicellular and protozoa, but often I feel that even an amoeba could be smarter than me))
Illusory. Rather, I would be a soup that does not exist anywhere except in the consciousness of an individual who is limited in his ability to know the real world and thus lives in the illusion of perceived existence. Or pea, maybe.
I would be water with untasted bits of doubt and frustration, with cubes of fresh happiness and finely chopped sudden discoveries, seasoned with the salt of life, the bitterness of defeat and the wine vinegar of memories. In general, inedible soup…and not soup at all.
Warhol is the most famous representative of pop art. He laid the foundation for the concept in art, when any object becomes a commodity. A series of paintings of Campbell's soup cans was his first success. By the way, great question for “Thequestion”! How many soup paintings did Warhol paint in total? I think that the topic of soup is fully revealed to them, as no one else in the entire world history!:)
I would be a borscht that I once made, forgetting about cabbage, but adding mushrooms. Excellent borscht turned out, by the way. I remembered about the shortage by accident, but I didn't even notice it while using it
I'd be meatball soup. (Guys, why do you need this anti-twitter feature in your responses? no one is interested in reading why I'm soup with meatballs).
I would be the primal soup of the universe! Metasupom of the life-giving principle. Protosup, prasup, the mother of all soups! The ancient rivers sought my drink. Their wide, greedy mouths clung to my soup-bearing breasts, and the rain soaked the barren lands in greasy splashes. 😹
And I would like to be a cooler. To stand in someone's summer house in a pot in the country and know that at the end of a hot summer day, I will be very happy to have people who will gather with the whole family in the gazebo. Or the head of the family will eat a small bowl of cold soup during breaks from physical labor and say:” Wow, what a cooler.” And outside the window is summer, birds are singing, the air is fresh. Rush.
Primitive soup (broth), because sometimes it seems to me that there is nowhere to degrade further than unicellular and protozoa, but often I feel that even an amoeba could be smarter than me))
Illusory. Rather, I would be a soup that does not exist anywhere except in the consciousness of an individual who is limited in his ability to know the real world and thus lives in the illusion of perceived existence. Or pea, maybe.
I would be water with untasted bits of doubt and frustration, with cubes of fresh happiness and finely chopped sudden discoveries, seasoned with the salt of life, the bitterness of defeat and the wine vinegar of memories. In general, inedible soup…and not soup at all.
Andy Warhol's Campbell Soup.
Warhol is the most famous representative of pop art. He laid the foundation for the concept in art, when any object becomes a commodity. A series of paintings of Campbell's soup cans was his first success. By the way, great question for “Thequestion”! How many soup paintings did Warhol paint in total? I think that the topic of soup is fully revealed to them, as no one else in the entire world history!:)
I would be a borscht that I once made, forgetting about cabbage, but adding mushrooms. Excellent borscht turned out, by the way. I remembered about the shortage by accident, but I didn't even notice it while using it
I'd be meatball soup. (Guys, why do you need this anti-twitter feature in your responses? no one is interested in reading why I'm soup with meatballs).
I'd be a Jimmy Carr-and-repost soup. I'd have the sweetest voice you've ever heard and I'd work as a dentist. And I think my name would be Tom.
Blood-meat puree soup!
Recipe:
1 person, 1 suitable blender, salt and spices to taste.
Mash the man and spices in a blender.
Serve in an 80-litre plate during business hours.
Tomato soup with celery and pepper, sprinkled with parmesan cheese. I would hate myself, because I can't stand tomatoes, unlike the rest))
I would be the primal soup of the universe! Metasupom of the life-giving principle. Protosup, prasup, the mother of all soups! The ancient rivers sought my drink. Their wide, greedy mouths clung to my soup-bearing breasts, and the rain soaked the barren lands in greasy splashes. 😹
My last name is Myasnikov, so I would be a strong rich meat broth. And always with croutons that would never be completely soaked.
Hi! I would make an elegant soup. Potato, meat, beautiful, delicious smelling, beautifully designed, sensual, sexy, awesome.