At home we use to eat a lot of our food out of a penis shaped platter. I told a story to a girl called Clara about how my friend Carolines cake was in the shape of a big penis with cum dripping out onto a plastic grandma face, Clara was in my workshop for poetry / zines, so she wrote a 'Penis Poem' about the incident, but it didnt get included in the zine because it wasnt relevant and i was disappointed, but then while i was in Thailand the workshop crew found out they had a spare page left in the zine, so had a big vote if the 'Penis Cake' poem should be in it or if it should be left blank, the penis cake poem won and was added to the zine manually by a whole group of people who had to get together just to paste the penis cake poem onto every one of the 100 zines by hand. It made me so happy.