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Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am.
in my dark creepy room..........
and that abhorrent feeling
is eating my soul.................
Is a clean bill of health from the doctor,
And the kids shouldn't move back home for
more than a year,
The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
you have to learn how to wait,
your fear is very clear
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
Homework! Oh, Homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink,
if only a bomb
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."
And he said:
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.
‘Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.'
'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
The fact is i was eating my second dish of the porridge that i have received from a dietitian in the hospital, hence while i was eating i saw an illusion and for this reason this illusion belonged to a dietitian for this matter.
The fact is her illusion i.e a dietitian claimed non-verbally in an underestimating way, that i am poor by throwing me with a packet of porridge like i am a dog, hence i became surprised and for this reason it is her job to provide me with it for this matter.
The fact is i was eating my cakes, hence doing so i took a look at a newspaper and for this reason i saw a certain picture of Maluti FM Management for this matter.
The fact is one of the people who were in that picture was Okkert Lobriet responsible for music in the station, hence he appeard illusion-ally and for this reason claimed that it is the first time i am eating them and as a result teased me by lifting his finger with an aim to prove his point for this matter.
Coffee drinking chocolate muffin eating corporate sponsored child friendly especially bendy 12 hour 7-day accessible extremely pettable deliciously docile coffee shops' very own trade brand snake. When she peels off her skin it peels off like warm caramel. Polystyrene plastic coated cardboard eating milkshake monitoring East Anglian inbred hippopotamus of west African descent. Mini ball-bearing, bead swallowing anti gobshite medicated tusk hard toucans: roll up roll up! Carrot fed baby parrots going for a song.
Booker loved to drink his whiskey from a paper cup.
While eating his neckbones at dinner.
He was a happy neckbone eating sinner.
Chasing pretty honies made him a winner.
5 Reasons to Date a Girl With an Eating Disorder
1- Her obsession over her body will improve her overall looks! Her hands are soft with lotion to smooth the teeth marks on her knuckles. Her nails are always well manicured so they don't scratch her throat.
2 - She costs less money! When you take her out to dinner with your friends, you will have to buy her nothing more than a salad. As she slices her lettuce leaves into thirds, your friends will stare, trying not to ask you what is wrong with her.
3 - She's fragile and vulnerable. Her skin will bruise when you hug her too tightly, her shoulder bones digging into your arms. You will have to hide all of the knives and box cutters in your apartment, will find yourself wondering if she can hurt herself with a fork.
I'm drinking sparkling wine
you're quaffing French champagne
I'm eating yabbies
you're eating rainbow lobster
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