Thursday, November 30, 2006


There they were.

Sitting in a little white bag on the counter.

Might as well have been crack, smack, or some other illicit drug.

I could have sworn I heard it's whispering from across the room.
"C'mon - you know you want to. You've been eating healthy for too long." They just wouldn't stay out of my head. I was fighting the urge with every fiber of my being, yet the voices just wouldn't stop.

I only ate them to stop the voices.

It was the voices I just couldn't stand.

But I showed them.

Polished off the whole fucking bag.

That'll learn 'em.

Who's in charge now, you little round fuckers?


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