Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure
Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned
At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe
So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?
The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money
Weaving her way along the internet
Entombing data to feast on later
Behaving like she is pulling the strings
Silicon beds abound with bivalves
Hidden under a blanket of warm tropical water
Every wave akin to a gentle breeze that brings savory delights
Letting the colony feast on the bounty of the surrounding sea
Life might suck, but for an ocean filter, that means you are living large!
Good char slowly developed on the wieners
Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below
It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around
Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake
Loving the dog days of summer
Those stripes will be yummy with a dash of polka dots
Adding the mismatched pink and green fluorescent socks to further spice it up
So put together a feast for your soul and embrace who you are
There might be people who want to throw up a bit when they see you walk down the street but…
Everyone has a different fashion palate when it comes to style.
Legions of words were peppered among the many shelves
It left the heady scent of knowledge permeating the air
Bracing herself, she picked up the first tome she saw
Reading the contents left her hungry for more
And so she consumed another, and then another. She kept going
Ravaging the stacks, never feeling sated
Yet the feast did not disappoint
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Fasting may bring spiritual focus
Enlightening the spirit
Enhancing the person as a whole
Don’t starve yourself from love though, feast there and be merry
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Hal looked at Petunia as he left the bathroom. “My god, Petunia! What the hell did you eat?”
Petunia barely looked up from her position on the couch.
“No really. You blew up the bathroom and you didn’t even have the decency to even try to cover it up.”
Petunia closed her eyes and looked away.
“I mean, come on!”
Petunia still didn’t do anything. Hal began to feel stupid for complaining. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just been hard, and you know about a man and his throne.
Hal moved over to the couch to sit next to her, but Petunia got up and walked away. “Why do you have to be that way?” he asked.
Petunia spared him the briefest of glances before turning away from him.
“Damn it, Petunia! Come here.” When she didn’t move Hal continued. “Is this how you’re going to treat me? You go out all night carousing, not coming home till the morning and you expect me to pretend nothing is wrong. The bed gets awfully lonely you know.”
Petunia left the room. Hal put his head in his hands. “I put a roof over your head.” He looked up from his hands at the door she had walked through. “I put food on your plate. I buy everything you have. The least you can do is give me a little attention!”
Petunia came back into the room and cocked her head to the side.
Hal sighed. “Fine. I’ll feed you first.” He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, Petunia following in his wake. He opened a can of tuna and put it on the floor. When Petunia set in on her feast, Hal scratched between her ears, unlocking a deep purr from her.
Hal sunk to the floor next to her. She hit him in the face with her tail. “Cats,” he whispered with a small smile on his face.
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Food poured out of the kitchen
Enough to feed a medium sized army
And all Lewis could do was watch from across the street
Salivating, he left and returned to the alleyway
To find the refuse that was the meal’s byproduct
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