ice cream is terrible for you,
last night at dinner I had fried cheese cake .................................................................... with two scoops of vanilla ice cream on top of it
and dinner was prime rib {king cut of course} with baked potato and steamed broccoli, I ate it all, no left overs.............................................. I can not even look at food today, my wife asked if I wanted breakfast at 8:15 I walked away, then about 2 hours ago she asked if I wanted lunch....
I put my head down and slouched off into the fog and ended up here, here where you find me... I am scared of what I have become, the monster inside me that goes around ordering the absolute worst items on the menu, the unforgiving jungle palace my mind wonders to as I am cutting into the medium rare two inch thick flesh of an animal cut down in its prime for my satisfaction and nourishment, nourishment we are programmed to crave, cravings that only subside after biblical gorging, the gorging and frenzy that makes the meal seem violent and obscene but taste so good...... Then the aftermath, the soothing calm, fluid motion of my appendage as it reaches for a small wooden tool to remove undigested remnants that during my feast were lodged in between the depths of my teeth, teeth that might as well be fangs, fangs of a viscous carnivorous creature that can not be satisfied, but at this point in time my current state of calm I breath deep and order desert....
LOL, see I use them creative writing classes my father said were a total waste....
