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Baby Ruth

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Selling my hour’s pay

down the silver chute

of a blank-faced vendor

wait for your drop

o manna from Machine

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01/17/2012 at 1:52 PM

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Pepperoni Pizza, Hamburger, Rasberry Cream Cheese Bread

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I had missed you, Stevenson Dining Hall,
thick cranberry-cocktail syrup electrocharging my veins,
pastry slabs stacked like bricks,
cooling pepperoni and congealed cheese by the thin mouthful,
teeth closing down
on processed animal flesh

Written by elirose

01/15/2012 at 11:14 AM

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Baked Pretzel with Nutritional Yeast Sauce, Apple Crisp and White Bean/Carrot Stew

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The physiology of angels is such: the great majority of angels have one wing, and this wing is near their hearts. There is only one feather in this wing. Many angels have two-feathered wings. Each feather spins endlessly. Some angels have greater wings, of many feathers, farther and farther away from their hearts, and though no wing can have more than eight spinning feathers in it, an angel may have any number of wings.

Humans were made to contemplate the angels, and to move them about. When humans put the angels of pretzels together with the angels of Nutritional Yeast Sauce, it is then that even God laughs, and shakes his head and says “What a Thursday.”

Written by elirose

01/12/2012 at 3:56 PM

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Bagel, Rice w/Lentil and Kale Lunch

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There I sit on the couch
untangling their mysteries,
a dim iTouch photograph
my only guide

Already I can envision the plate
passing on the conveyor belt
beyond the curtains of memory
Can I recover nothing?

The locusts of doubt
are pillaging the ripe corn of thought!

I perceive no way
out –
Wait!
There is a bag of carrots on the table.
I eat a carrot.

Written by elirose

01/11/2012 at 6:05 PM

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“Hottest Dog”

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O Hottest Dog,
we are not so different, you and I.

If one wished to get into my wallet, one should know that the way is puns.
Even not very good puns.

I purchased you because it seemed like a good story.
Sort of an investment in the future.

In response to some conversational opening, I could flippantly remark,
“Ah, yes, I have eaten the Hottest Dog.”

“Hot? It was pretty hot. I don’t know about Hottest.
What glorious days shall come to pass.

Wind’s a bit chilly here, Hottest Dog.
Come on, let’s add our warmths together.

I do not like banana peppers.
But that will be okay.

Written by elirose

01/09/2012 at 9:27 AM

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Vanilla Pudding Cup (w/out spoon)

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Barbaric!

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01/09/2012 at 8:51 AM

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Soy-Sauce Rice and Broccoli In An Enormous Wok

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A list of events:
1. You were a dinosaur.

2. We picked your flesh off with spoons.

3. And sat by the campfire.

4. The wind was needles on the roof.

5. I scrubbed your hide with salt & vinegar.

Written by elirose

01/07/2012 at 10:22 AM

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