Alright, let's see if lactose intolerance is still a thing.
Open the carton.
Did milk ever taste good though?
Pour it over the powdered mess.
Stir it in with a bit of oil.
Wait, that came first.
Oh well.
Let's just see if it still works.
Stir stir stir.
Who needs a hand mixer when you have hands.
And something to touch it with.
Nobody likes dough on hands.
Especially with so much sugar.
Way too sticky.
Let's see if it even turns out runny.
It's suppose to be runny, right?
Oh well.
Don't forget to get fat on the insides of the pan.
Always forgot that.
It needs to be perfect.
Probably won't turn out that way.
But let's see. Maybe it will.
It probably won't have to be perfect anyways.
Oh well. Let's see. Nobody knows yet.
Oven is preheated, I think.
Probably enough. We'll see.
Just wait for a while.
Those cakes always take longer in the heat.
No eggs, am I right?
Why did I even use lactose including milk?
Oh well. We won't take long on the toilet.
I think.
We'll see, right?
It's done already!
Almost missed the noise.
So familiar but still not more comfortable.
Just as shrill. Just as loud.
I'm right next to you, my goodness!
Do we need to cut it out of the form?
When it's warm or when it's cooled?
I think right now is the answer.
Let's see if it crumbles or not.
It came out perfectly!
It didn't even need to be in the end!
Nobody here to appease!
One whole cake for me!
But I can't eat it, an I?
I didn't get the medication.
The pigeons will like it though!
I hope. Oh well. We'll see.
-ArtistForThemselves, April 2023
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