If I could print my photoshop file on anything, I would print it in the shape of pasta. Just like alphabet soup or Spongebob Squarepants shaped macaroni, I would want my photoshop work made into unique gluten based seminolla strands. These would undeniably be the most popular pastas on the market, creating an international fad that would eventually insinuate mass hysteria as crazed citizens carniverously ravaged tiendas for my prized product. I would, of course, need to go into hiding. Solo. Even my family would be after me for the recipe. The world would slowly dissolve into chaos and myself the lone maestro of its destruction. *glass shatters*… the windows upstairs have been broken. The sound of noxious gas fills the bunker. They’re here. They’ve found me. The only way to destroy the recipe is to destroy its creator. I pick up the gun. Cock it back… I’m so sorry.
And that’s why I don’t print my photoshops on pasta. The world isn’t ready.
Popping the Popkorn Cernel 