bon appetit
I don’t need to be placed on a chopping board For you to dissect the errors of my layers. Leave me be — raw as I am. I make a fine delicacy to your bland casserole. Bon appétit to my ransom seasoning. A clown trying to play auspicious in parliament. Gourmet vomit splashed as street art. Fenestration of karmic forces.
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