Touched by a meatball

I went into IKEA today more a boy than a man and while I left still mostly a grown child, my belly was full of meatballs and a new god had implanted its presence into my psyche.

I am not sure if it was the VEGETARISK, PÅBÖRJA, BORRIS, BARNSLIG, BLOMSTER, NOT, or KLADD SMULTRON that did it, but somewhere amongst the savings and the Sweedish I found myself completely numb and willing to think of the world and All That Is in an entirely new way.

And the meatballs were delicious.