Your God-cake is not bad.
“Every slice is a trip to Heaven” is a little bit too much though.
Tag: food
Holiday
I went to the pier today.
It reminded me of Perth, of sun, of love, of food, of champagne, of sex, of falafel, and of you, asleep with damp hair, mid-afternoon.
Cutie-pie
I want to bake a cutie-pie.
Three cuties, skin off and sliced please.
Spicy Food
My insides feel as if they are on fire.
Maybe I shouldn’t eat lava.
Meaning
After three hours of meditating I divined a glimpse of deep and profound meaning.
I was kinda hungry a little too, not starving, but I coulda definitely had a snack of some kind.
Green Veggies
My five year old son always wants to eat pizza for lunch while I insist green vegetables to keep him in sound health. He always wins by saying dead people can eat whatever they want, it’s not like he’ll die again.
Delicious
I don’t know what was worse. Eating the dead cockroach, or realizing I like the taste.
for the wise
No matter how much was said, it was never enough. The fool bellowed, “I do not understand!” and continued to muse ever more.
Victory Banquet
Two cannibals fought. The loser was eliminated.
Criticize This
I went to dinner once with a critic, a cynic, and a mutant alien life-form from Mars. The critic stuck up his nose and said the food wasn’t good enough to be served to anyone with taste buds, and with a heavy sigh the cynic explained that chefs don’t actually cook for our pleasure or benefit but rather to fulfill their own selfish desire for success – but both men looked bitterly disappointed and wistfully hungry when in one foul swoosh of its crooked, wart-infested finger the mutant alien life-form zapped both of their plates to ashes.
Food critic
The towering steak is buttressed by a gothic wall of potato.
He was an architect before he became a food critic.
Edible
So stupid to ask if it was edible.
Anything is if you really try.
King
The King of the Eyesores visited our town today in his carriage of mouldy meat.
We threw eggs, rotten fruit and toxic waste, as we’re meant to.
Process
We eat.
We excrete.
Repo-d lunch
Omg one day i was going to eat lunch at school(i was really hungry) and i was like third in line and i was putting food on my tray{it was my turn to pay the lunch lady} and i gave her my money and she looked on the computer and was like you already ate lunch[ remember i said this was first lunch that day] and i was like no i didnt( i was third in line) so the lunch lady{in her hair net, with grease and lord knows what else all over her apron} got up and snatched the plate of food out of my hands! My lunch was repo-d that day.
In love again
I’m in love again, finally.
Oh double cheese-burger, you little tart, I love you!