i think i understand why poets write about food as desire, now. i haven't ate in days,
and
taste blossoms on my tongue and
i have never felt a greater joy nor pain and
it hurts and
i think oranges might not be the best desire-
rather, sugar, and
all that puts you in pain.
you can suppress the urge to vomit, the
neiguan pressure point- uncontrollably
close to the artery.
human, and food,
a difference is naught-
you can eat your friends if you want to-
you can find a home
in theopagy- the
divine trinity is
the trio of elementary friends
made to be eaten
they are made of sugar and sugar and sugar and
i will eat myself.
god is to be eaten i am to be eaten i am not god is to be eaten i am to be eaten i am not
you should go home they miss you and i
can't go home with you you know the food at
your house tastes too good
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
