Looking at her plate, she wondered how she had gotten here
Under the fluorescent yellow liquid cheese, a treasure trove of textures and flavors existed
Now her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the excavation ahead
Crunching a loaded tortilla chip, her tastebuds danced to the symphony of tastes
Hefting her beer and taking a swig, she smiled loving her little bit of heaven
Liquid rock sprinkles fell down from above
And where it landed, flames erupted
Voluminous black smoke billowed skyward
Ash rained for miles, drenching the earth in foulness
Slurping a liquid hug
On a cold gray dreary day
Uplifts her spirits, and she sighed contentedly
Perhaps she would be lucky and tomorrow be gloomy again
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Crispy fluffy white popped kernels pour out of the kettle
Obscene amounts of liquid butter soon flow over the alabaster landscape slightly seasoned with salt
Releasing that signature smell in the air that screams movie time
Now for the show that is me consuming of this mountain of magnificence
Falling below the surface of the water
Looking back at the border between the liquid and gaseous states
Opening my mouth, bubbles race away to freedom
As I continue to sink deeper
There I found my value of buoyancy
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Been there on the other side of the long slab of oak
Answering the call for liquid happiness
Realizing that it doesn’t really help
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Old dinosaurs liquefied into a thick fluid
It contains the lifeblood of the current civilization
Leaving behind a bitter carbon aftertaste.
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So smooth. The clear liquid hardly burned.
He knew this batch would sell well
It just meant dodging the Feds till he dropped off this batch
Not that he hadn’t done hundreds of times
Eventually, his luck would run out, but hopefully not before the still did
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Visions danced in his glass as Frank swirled the viscous liquid
Observing his future, he pounded the fluid back
Daring the fire cascading down his throat to burn away what he saw
Kissing reality goodbye, this time he just grabbed the bottle
All would be better if he couldn’t think anymore
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