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as always please read while pretending that you are listening to gorgio moroder in the background

race to the holyland and then fast for the camera

Bubbles boil in the pot.
When their ready Ill feast..
The frozen foods fodder for the fat man’s heat and I now know better.

Once we knew we were doomed to hunger
is exactly when the light went out in the fridge and in my mind I thought
“how famous would we get if we got famished and died out here all alone?”

and the light went on in my head and out of it came the idea
to use the skeletal shapes we’d soon be graced with as snares for the dollar of the poor fools who’d like to grace themselves tastefully
by giving to us out of a vainglorious gravity