hunger is the opposite of everything I eat my way out of purgatory I ingest everything I swallow myself I have that fear of peanut butter sticking to the hard palate of my mouth I eat everything but peanut butter I am hungry and out of work I lay down on a conveyor belt like Chaplin’s in Modern Times and I fuck it up and I miss everything and get sucked into the machinery where I am eaten first and the gears pound me I am cooked by a Black and Decker waffle iron my hair falls out to start with I eat only my hair and nails then I carve bits of thigh and boil them in water to make soup I eat slow to make the most of it and sometimes share it with those I love a meal brings people together I eat leather I make choices I have free will and I choose to eat it instead I eat art when I can get it except art eats me so it’s more like a once-in-a-while treat I eat steel mostly hammers some drill bits I eat a Cessna 150 I wrap bacon around the barrel of my M16 assault rifle and fire off about 80 rounds and eat the gun which is greasy with bacon fat I stick my trigger finger down my throat and eat my throat my hand eats me I eat my hand
გამოხატეთ თქვენი აზრი მოცემული ლექსის შესახებ კომენტარის სახით!..
