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plenty more to grasp lieing already on the ground all around bend over take the time examine well and consume just what about the animal instincts can i let go jumping out of control get a handle on this animal put one in place yell and get under wing nothing so much to raise the voice i need not to outside the subtle pulling along but inside the home screaming contests are building up on the level of taking a seat sit lie down stay carry nothing like the weight of meaning to accrue action very little to nothing forthcoming especially today of all days out of touch in a particular way running amuk an overenergised searching through the possible limits of exertion not on a particular destructive mode or habit just one of complete disobedience what is the expectation of getting something out of doing something going for walks the getting back what one puts in leftovers for lunch tomorrow back up a pie those fruits have got to go just not for it in the fresh eating variety a poor choice nothing of the quality sourced from where i hail from this mixed blood cheap labour far and wide travel distances no one has any sense of quality what fruit could taste like the doubling over overwhelmed in taste sensation an intensity growing up with a budding explosion of colour flavour nutrient culmination in a single object
take note today i fed another whom i have never seen so much as lift a pan from the cupboard shelf as to even look as though he would know what to do with it but i have seen a single dish present itself out of the convenience of the deep freeze a cheesy conglomeration packed under crumbs baked sided by fried zucchini who knows i may even turn that down if it were offered just a forlorn look he was driven to ask for a little bit of food einbisschen zu essen no bitte no danke turned down an offer for more as i got up to get myself another helping excusing thyself to run off to work sitting all this time on the couch beer in hand dozing to youtube clips returning home without subsistence from the outside world i see nothing of the garden being turned for fruits of labour the sour sod ought to be eliminated from sight