La arena seca abundaba en aquellas dunas , solo la sombra de el alta mar , El barco , antes navegante sin cesar , Ahora su madera cirugía como un croasan , Y su capitán solo podía cantar , Cantar a aquella bestia que ahora era imposible cortar ,
I just somehow managed to fuck up this yellow curry so badly that I think the entire country of Thailand is now entitled to hunt me for sport. I make yellow curry all the time. how did this happen. why is it like... oil soup.