From Imaginopedia
[edit] A Texture Above
crackly crispy firm rough splinters light warm sun falls down upon shavings tan brown dark mellow. the ring was salty and sandy in my grasp. i could not hold it. the heft of a million spiders confronted me but i stood my ground, knowing. delicious deliciousness embodied my contentment as i swallowed, sucked. spicy attack warm as a honey dew washed over me. i jumped for joy because there was one piece left. and i, cerebral as an orange afternoon, was sure to eat it. what other thing could bring such joy?
[edit] Alternative Grinder
Place the fermented cacao pod on the table during high noon on a sunny day. Spin the shadow repeatedly and wait patiently until the chocolate shavings collect in the side pockets of your dreams. Some like to taste the chocolate at this point but it is advised to let it mellow for the rest of the day until the dark swirls on the edges curl down. Only at this time can you shake out your pockets and bring the chocolate to your mouth. If you run backwards from one end of the street to the other while reciting the most beautiful poem you've ever heard then the chocolate will replenish itself in your hands as many times as you might wish.
