"The Food Chronicles Parts 1,2 and 3" are examples of me breaking my rule of writing a short story everyday.
I've been rehearsing a play this week, helping out with Music Waste, staying up until four in the morning watching Star Wars, writing an essay, working my Monday to Friday job and yeah... keeping busy.
So for the past three days I present...
I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love food more than anyone else you'll ever meet. I'm not a food critic or even a gourmand overflowing with purple prose detailing culinary collusions between various camps of taste buds and a forkfull of food. No, I just want to eat everything I can get my hands on. I would eat my own hands if they were well done, came with the right sauce and grew back right away. I was born a 10 pound glutton ready to eat my way to adulthood and beyond. I love repetition. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again.
I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love food more than anyone else you'll ever meet. I'm not a food critic or even a gourmand overflowing with purple prose detailing culinary collusions between various camps of taste buds and a forkfull of food. No, I just want to eat everything I can get my hands on. I would eat my own hands if they were well done, came with the right sauce and grew back right away. I was born a 10 pound glutton ready to eat my way to adulthood and beyond. I love repetition. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again.
I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love food more than anyone else you'll ever meet. I'm not a food critic or even a gourmand overflowing with purple prose detailing culinary collusions between various camps of taste buds and a forkfull of food. No, I just want to eat everything I can get my hands on. I would eat my own hands if they were well done, came with the right sauce and grew back right away. I was born a 10 pound glutton ready to eat my way to adulthood and beyond. I love repetition. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again.
I've been rehearsing a play this week, helping out with Music Waste, staying up until four in the morning watching Star Wars, writing an essay, working my Monday to Friday job and yeah... keeping busy.
So for the past three days I present...
The Food Chronicles - part 1
Preparing for the food
I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love food more than anyone else you'll ever meet. I'm not a food critic or even a gourmand overflowing with purple prose detailing culinary collusions between various camps of taste buds and a forkfull of food. No, I just want to eat everything I can get my hands on. I would eat my own hands if they were well done, came with the right sauce and grew back right away. I was born a 10 pound glutton ready to eat my way to adulthood and beyond. I love repetition. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again.
The Food Chronicles - part 2
Eatting the food
I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love food more than anyone else you'll ever meet. I'm not a food critic or even a gourmand overflowing with purple prose detailing culinary collusions between various camps of taste buds and a forkfull of food. No, I just want to eat everything I can get my hands on. I would eat my own hands if they were well done, came with the right sauce and grew back right away. I was born a 10 pound glutton ready to eat my way to adulthood and beyond. I love repetition. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again.
The Food Chronicles - part 3
Digesting the food
I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love repetition. I love food more than anyone else you'll ever meet. I'm not a food critic or even a gourmand overflowing with purple prose detailing culinary collusions between various camps of taste buds and a forkfull of food. No, I just want to eat everything I can get my hands on. I would eat my own hands if they were well done, came with the right sauce and grew back right away. I was born a 10 pound glutton ready to eat my way to adulthood and beyond. I love repetition. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again. Chewing on a choice phrase again and again.
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